This is a song about "Jane mccullum"

Mary jane is my mother

My records sell, yes sir

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

I turned into something they never became

Wanting to leave but always coming back to mary jane

I live my life in tha fast lane

Fire up that vm like it's mary jane

Got mary jane, i got mary jane.

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

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

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

Is this fuckin mary jane

I'm going off the top of the brain

As snoop lion passes the mary jane

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain