This is a song about "Smokin weed with richie"

Blast the music up real loud, weed, beer, smokin' chronic,

My shit was submarine like, under ship

Or be on the street corner with a pipe smokin the rock

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

I'm smokin' that weed while i fuck with my high's bro

Smokin weed, it's pretty fuckin sleazy

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Chevy sitting crooked, teeth on reggie miller

Weed for the swisher, tea mixed with liquor

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

Smokin heavy like a chevy till i'm level with the moon

People leaned to shoulder devils, sippin' lean, smokin' weed,

We have so much in common, starting at the feet