This is a song about "Pot holderz"

Only real niggas stay on top

Off the top cr-ocker pot/

Do pot, now i'm birthing berserk,

Yeah you know i got that work

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

My shit's hot like i took a dump in a crock pot

I can only imagine, uncle bob

Seshin on this killa reefa that be the pol pot/

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Im just a goofy poofy white kid who enjoys smoking pot

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

Must of forgot, aint we supposed to be a melting pot?

He say, she say, oh my god

Snap crackle ackle, im high on pot