This is a song about "Mary shaw"

Mary doesn't seem to mind the stench of the decay,

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

You know...you know who you are

Mary jane is my mother

Mary is a polite girl, she rarely ever peeps,

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

Mary was hairy and lucy wants to marry me,

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

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

Playbook like a oxford dictionary

420 scorching, got us blazing mary

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Read a fuckin dictionary, menage a trois with lucy and mary,