This is a song about "People around here"

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

I'm not used to be around black people, that what's worries me

But cruel people around me treated me badly

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

People around you start to clown. drown them in their own sorrows, it's their own

I can name 50 people on here better than you

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

People are running around in circlees they start over lapping

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

But i turned that around that why i'm still here