This is a song about "Ing weed"

Like mitt, rom-ney, with his fuck-ing dumb, mon-ey.

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Swear i will murk any beat

Story of keeness, #bore-ing these cretins with irony

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Who substituted for this weed

I keep my money neat

So a-k to your brain, and you ooz-ing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Ing to this finely adorned thing, my eyes see, were fondling

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed