This is a song about "Stoner guy"

So i chose to be a stoner to escape from this unreality

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Just a straight up stoner

I thought i recognized her

But i can't cry, instead i'm just a shoulder

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/

Hopin hes the right guy

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

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

As a stoner with dreadlocks playing league on a desktop

For beating another misinformed poor stoner

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Turned into the good guy

That got your mother high

Of one day getting older

No i'm not a stoner