This is a song about "Often"

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often.

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

All this talkin and chatter that's in my mind often

Suffice to say it often goes awry

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

You say my love was gonna work from a upper

Valerie’s legs would spread as often as butter

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

You don't see a kid with such skill very often

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I often sit at home daydreaming about reading on farms

I'm wheezing and coughing often off the seaweed,

For the whole week, no time for cold feet