This is a song about "Merry jane"

Better than alcohol in everyway my mary jane, is showing everyone her thang,

My adversaries bleedbut fuck 'em all 'til the talk cease, fuckin' with a changed man

Mary jane is my mother

When we not in summer

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Ironic shenanigans, you the merry men i'm robbing/robin you

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Lighting up mary jane; that loud chick's

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

You're insane, in the membrane, dependent on mary jane.

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

You could be doe jane or bane, ain't no track disc this train don't fit

I been smokin' that mary jane way after class(way after class)

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

And it was late december, couple days, and merry christmas,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love