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

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

Everybody finger point in your direction

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Do it moderately, now everyone smokes weed,

Smoking the best weed in berlin

Catch you up on places i've been

As he skins into hell's grasp as it wasn't heaven he believed in, he laughed,

This excrement means excellent rap, i make a lesser adapt

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

I'm here to wake up the people it seems you brains being baked

In rap terms he keeps it real

If you're not really here

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

And some cunt will turn around and see you in it,

Shot my pusher cuz he got we weed in the wrong size

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys