This is a song about "Smoking in the forest"

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

Shun guns n' they toking, little was spoken, smoking, thanking whoever brought the toke in

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

I could hold you down in a forest or a field

Smoke the trees like forest fires, they provide a golden fleece,

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

Run to the forest like lieutenant dan,

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

Smoking weed, getting head in the oval office

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Smoking prime only the finest....

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

When the spark is out so when in doubt ill be smoking on that loud

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around