This is a song about "Smoking chronic with my brothers"

When they twist and talk with they fingers

Peace be to my brothers and sisters

Goin' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip

Laced the weed with cocaine, and now i rock chronic,

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

There's chronic seeds in my pockets, i should probably lay low

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Smoking chronic to feel them good vibes,

Smoking dope rappers til i die of chronic asthma

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Came from fucking nothing, smoking l's with my cousin

I'm stuffing nugs in my pockets like the chronic in blunts

I saw momma praying as she wait on results

Smoking dope rappers til i die of chronic asthma

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh