This is a song about "Next phase"

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

And not let your absence phase me

You're lightweights, a tight phase, of rhythms

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Phase any,"rap ace",but i shoot them down

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

I be calling who next!? who next!!

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Is this just a phase i hate the way, it tingle's all around inside my brain

Oh shes been through the oral phase, anal phase, orgy phase, squirting phase

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

She sure does talk a a lot about dick, boy she must be in that genital phase

As the first phase. someday i just might recall this,

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish