This is a song about "Jane"

You're insane, in the membrane, dependent on mary jane.

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

Cocaine, gold chain, mary jane, propane, slow-vane, no brain, red vain,

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

I'll save you mary jane, but she gone by the morning

Wanting to leave but always coming back to mary jane

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

Is this fuckin mary jane

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

You could be doe jane or bane, ain't no track disc this train don't fit

Hitting the mary jane and fucking ms. stacy on the beach

Like this rotten candy beat with biggie smalls speech

Took the van, went snatch her

Mary jane is my mother