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

Go to jail, your'e a criminal,

As i light one for ill will

Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale

Moms beg me to stop she said ill wind dead or in jail

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail

Who substituted for this weed

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

So call alica keys, cause #no #one is going to stop me from going ham on the universe/

I used to be the most humble until

Or going to a festival. for a thrill

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

We going weed, women and some alcohol

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

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