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

He didn't say a word he just turned around

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed.

Weed stash go run hide it and stash it, head bashed in

They all see my life from a childish position

When she f***in' turns around

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Stepdad supply the weed, he the giver

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Respect still there but ya boy's right here

In rap terms he keeps it real

I take big bites, i don't believe in portions,

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits