This is a song about "Jane"

Lifting your bitch like blaine - what a shame she's an average jane

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

I been smokin' that mary jane way after class(way after class)

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

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

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

Fire up that vm like it's mary jane

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

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

Better than alcohol in everyway my mary jane, is showing everyone her thang,

A proper introduction is necessary when your shit is legendary, man

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option

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