This is a song about "Mind of a stoner"

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

I'm a muh fucking stoner like a boulder on the couch

Tina perm your fucking weave

Got the mind of a thief...

A mind made of feces,

That'll do anything that i please

Enter the mind of a maniac

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

So i chose to be a stoner to escape from this unreality

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I'm on this beat, like a stoner on weed.

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

You can search but you'll never find

To give you a piece of my mind

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

With that kind of rationale man i got half a mind