This is a song about "Me going to jail for weed"

When i kill'em dead i go to jail,

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

Silent momentman, i been missing you

And what fucking jail did i go to?

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

But i think i'm going to fast for you, allow me to slow

Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Ghandi and the dalai lama and other words, shit they sound like a bag of weed for me

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

I just pray for my father in jail.

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

Ambitious girl, your drive, drives me crazy

So what? you're just going to stop talking to me