This is a song about "Jane"

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

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

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Lighting up mary jane; that loud chick's

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

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

As snoop lion passes the mary jane

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

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

Got mary jane, i got mary jane.

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

And mary jane never cease to amaze me.

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

A gateway to louder things like powdered speed soon outta reach

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