This is a song about "Jane eyre"

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Lazies swallow trough autotrophs thats mary jane

Is this fuckin mary jane

Love turns into pain

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

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

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

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Took the van, went snatch her

Mary jane is my mother

A gateway to louder things like powdered speed soon outta reach

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

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

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

As snoop lion passes the mary jane

I'll never call you bitch again