This is a song about "Pot luck"

Do pot, now i'm birthing berserk,

Look, cole world, still a cold world

Java whatever i'm boiling in your pot.

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Don't blame me when you get bad luck.

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

I wish you best of luck

Uh ha, you know what

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

Hungry hunters gaming fox, bruce banner flavored pot

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

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

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

Settle down maybe grow some pot

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top