This is a song about "Melvins weed wacker in sams moth swashing around he bites it"

But at least, my spit dont taste like yeast, more like minty tooth paste, what a waste,

He grabbed hold of it and stood up in astonishment that he was saved

Ask, real rick ross he tell you i gets it in

You just working with the scraps you was given

Can't seem to find a solid ground

When she f***in' turns around

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Do it moderately, now everyone smokes weed,

Imma tell you a story about a kid at school who thought he was the greatest kid around in this town

And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocritesthey way they see it, we was meant to be kept down

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

He sat around all day in his lazy boy.

Kaiser soze, we never see him

Smoking the best weed in berlin