This is a song about "Mary shaw"

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

Fire up that vm like it's mary jane

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

Marijuana but you kill mary n' go,

Wanting to leave but always coming back to mary jane

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

My relation is on and off with mary

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

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Got mary jane, i got mary jane.

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

She will never get by, no how no way

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

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

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