This is a song about "Mary bubal"

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

As snoop lion passes the mary jane

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

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

I treat mary jay like eminem treat mariah

Mary is a polite girl, she rarely ever peeps,

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

I swear they think i'm crazy

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

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

Marijuana but you kill mary n' go,

And now me, you can call me mr. friendly

420 scorching, got us blazing mary