This is a song about "Mary ann"

Mary had a little lamb, it's fleece was black as coal,

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Fire up that vm like it's mary jane

We all dream one day we be kings and queens

Mary is a polite girl, she rarely ever peeps,

And everywhere that mary went it wretched her through the mud,

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Got mary jane, i got mary jane.

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Marijuana but you kill mary n' go,

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

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

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag