This is a song about "Marijuana strain"

Spit equators equate to strain ya neck head bobbing

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Marijuana my profession

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Im so twisted, its like i sustain a strain/

Smoking marijuana trying to build my life's saga,

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

They're noisy they just strain me and my ego

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

God gave me wisdom and you disbelievers atheists

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

Marijuana blazer, inhale the essence through a,

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Nothing remains, no matter what insane strain, grain it

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that