This is a song about "Pot heads"

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Snap crackle ackle, im high on pot

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

Do pot, now i'm birthing berserk,

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

Spitting randomly high on pot

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

I daydream all the time about severing heads

And everybody's having sex

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

Curl up like big worm when i drop

Off the top cr-ocker pot/

Snap crackle pop your lyrics i tossed into the boiling pot,

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Hungry hunters gaming fox, bruce banner flavored pot

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job