This is a song about "Marijuana strain"

Spit equators equate to strain ya neck head bobbing

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

But i receive hypnotherapy, my rain is a grain or pain pull my rhyme strain,

That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye

Chill bro and enjoy your marijuana high

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Nothing remains, no matter what insane strain, grain it

I'm energize to the core, when they strain their vocal cords

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

Marijuana devil fiend from the seventies