This is a song about "Smokin weed gettin high"

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Smokin weed, it's pretty fuckin sleazy

Blazing the weed to get high free,

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Cause his girl was always goin' out and gettin' high

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

Couple of weeks go by it ain't even like i'm gettin' high

All the times i wasted sittin round gettin high

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...