This is a song about "Relief"

So here i am at the store for some chips

Leaving embers of relief and remembrance

Caught in self-loathin it's time to see relief released from the tip of my teeth

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

Not some brief that the motif is high relief

This worlds shook with grief and filled with relief but its still unsure to me

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Fuck your beliefs, smoke a joint shit i need a relief

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Smoking weed, inhaling illegal chemicals, looking and hoping for some sort of relief,

The death of me would be their biggest relief/ because i've

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs