This is a song about "Marijauna the magical gaunja"

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

But it's still cool just to dream man because

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

This rap shit ain't a magical, one love to my main man mac,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Play the game nigga

I bring the heat like the

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Move like i’m walking with an open case