This is a song about "Growing weed"

Growing inside of me

But am i less holy

Put up and smoke that weed,

Have no souls indeed

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing

I'm growing in like rogaine

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

Kids growing up to be little pricks

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Cause they right down the street

Who substituted for this weed

Is a growing seduction to achieve worst rejections

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

These faces and places are growing old,