This is a song about "Smoking pot"

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Must of forgot, aint we supposed to be a melting pot?

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

Trying to get his life together, or what not

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Snap crackle pop your lyrics i tossed into the boiling pot,

You see him as a god

Off the top cr-ocker pot/

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

Im just a goofy poofy white kid who enjoys smoking pot

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

But they sold jello in the paint

Pot gets to me/my eyes are blazed

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Settle down maybe grow some pot