This is a song about "Nathan smokes weed everyday"

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Do it moderately, now everyone smokes weed,

I swear i'm coming back one day

Tell myself everyday

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Packed together like my sister's smokes,

No days off and that's even on a snow day

I'm a beast , say that everyday

Thinkin' that daddy's just goin' out to get some of his smokes

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

For any emcee he or she, ill lite yall up like a pack of smokes oh please

And i got 'em every day, every day

Hopin u can make it out, trying everyday