This is a song about "Smoke a lot of wax"

I heard a bump and a little shake, a lot of noise.

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

You in a jungle with a lot of rebels

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

And i got a lot from pushing a lot of product

It's a chordaroy life that i'm living hazy

You should of lost a lot of that weighty

Yeah you know i've got a lot of motherfuckin' problems,

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Thats a lot of pot brah with no seeds a popping

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I got a lot of haters.

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke