This is a song about "Pot"

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Is a knot and bruise, shocked and dropped the pot

Snap crackle ackle, im high on pot

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

Off the top cr-ocker pot/

You know i am not gon stop

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

I think i'll take her home and smoke some pot

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

No pot, then i'm sippin on some energy.

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Compare me too that bastard pot head

There lived a lil' boy who was misled