This is a song about "Graff and bongs"

I told him get his 9 and run

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

So dunn stay silent

Social conditioning and

Born a brute, hitting bongs n' zoots im lost in youth

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

And inhospitable,

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

And some strawberries and some chocolate

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

A lot of people called it last year

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass