This is a song about "Smoking herb"

My name herb, take herb, smoke herb (say word?)

The concept is so absurd

Smoking sticky fixtures

Talking about the god you serve

The world looking out, they on the front row

Standing on a plateau smoking indigo

Been smoking tryin to stop stressing

And this will be the song that we sing

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

Feelin so lit from smokin some herb, in the suburb,

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

Never can he mimic... maybe can admire

Stay powered by herb and a big fuckin pile