This is a song about "Mary ann"

, if u called her in advance, and did the dance of mary

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

What them tippers don't see

Saw the virgin mary

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Trying to catch me riding dirty

She should have invited her

Mary jane is my mother

And mary jane never cease to amaze me.

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

Marijuana blazer, that mary lane,

And everywhere that mary went, it stared into her soul,

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

Wanting to leave but always coming back to mary jane