This is a song about "Great things weed does"

Of pleasure, jill you did great

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Let em marinate, you forever late

Exhibitions that's exponentially great//

What up girl, tell me how you been

Now were does the sin begin

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Sleep does not come for me. sleep does not confort me.

Low income no bills getting paid

To destroy something so great

That's why i shine like i does

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Too bad i'm pretty great,

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Maybe ill grow up and do great things