This is a song about "Pot smokers"

Is a knot and bruise, shocked and dropped the pot

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

Been running around trying find a job

I fucking hate this job

Get it hot in the pot

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

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

This goes out to smokers with a roach who get doped out

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

Spitting randomly high on pot

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

Settle down maybe grow some pot

I love the way you walk

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

Seshin on this killa reefa that be the pol pot/