This is a song about "Healthy heading"

Always knew where the pot was

Heading straight to your office

But hell is surely were your heading,

Get off a key like i can’t sing

I'm still heading toward my twang theory

It's no longer a new jack city

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

I feel healthy with weed smoke and an ox up under my sheep coat,

Me that i'll be fine where i'm heading

Hey, tell me why my hands start sweating

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Living healthy ‘n pedaling offroad, you can call ‘em animals

Heading straight to your office

We don't ever make love

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Disconnecting from ya neck i really dont wanna be heading