This is a song about "Pot is gay"

Im in the middle of class doing work that is really fuckin gay

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day

Off the top cr-ocker pot/

Fuck that job been around that block

Need to be goin to hawaii, seein the world

You gay bee say me is the worst in your verse rehearsed

But my ex is so gay i think he bought a purse

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura

Here's my generic expression/ pot is being grown in california/

I'm telling you the truth when i say bruno mars is gay.

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

He thinks he could be a poet while he is peeing on a pot

This is the part where we run hip hop

Settle down maybe grow some pot