This is a song about "Haily mary"

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Read a fuckin dictionary, menage a trois with lucy and mary,

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Lighting up mary jane; that loud chick's

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Fire up that vm like it's mary jane

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Mary is a polite girl, she rarely ever peeps,

I treat mary jay like eminem treat mariah

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

And i can't even look the other way

Mary doesn't seem to mind, she's blinded anyway,

Wanting to leave but always coming back to mary jane

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came