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

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

The revolution will proceed

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

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

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

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

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

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

Teenage parties, i recommend you

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Stepdad supply the weed, he the giver

When i’m looking in the mirror

Swear i will murk any beat

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed.

He didn't say a word he just turned around

Quote un-quote backpack still bring them bitches out