This is a song about "Jorge ponce"

Ya'll act like you never seen a pot smoker before

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

Ties up her up to a pole and puts his knives up on the carpet,

Spending money when your wallet gets low

And i never put a ho before my bro

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Ah well damn another one didn't make well now that that's all said and done.

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

I was bred to get it in...your poon

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

Im too rachet too rancid/ charles mansion/ unload with the gun bro