This is a song about "My name is jomaine no type of girl smoke weed"

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

Cant smoke more weed than us we smoke dope like big bales of hay

Only thing thicker than a blonde girl, is my smoke

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Smoke a lot of weed, almost like it's all i need

I fucking hate this job

Filling my lungs up with weed smoke,

I cut the finest weed down, and smoke like my glock clips,

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Damn it's so loud, see 'em drop in my weed smoke,

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

Gat under my sheep coat, i'm blowin' clouds of weed smoke,

I eat shrooms, and smoke a fuck-load of weed,

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet