This is a song about "I smokin weed i dont know what to think"

Take you out kentland and show you a zoo

I dont know what im gonna do

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

I dont know what those are, dont ring no bells

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

I dont even know what ima say any more

I dont wanna believe but im starting to think,

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Sometimes i dont even know what treachery means

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Dont know what im saying but i gotta get this shit

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

I dont know what im supposed to do/ the race is over/ now where do we run

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often