This is a song about "Peace to people"

I dont think people hit the bong think peace and not shits wrong,

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

And peace to this young warrior,

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

You're tryin' to rise over mandala, there's no peace in his rest

Rest in peace to my vagabond

A working genius, a work of art

At peace with earth i burn these trees and turn to incense

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Yet we're just board peace is, no brain to hoard pieces

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

What about people that made a path to peace and took us through?

Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see