This is a song about "Stoners"

This shit you're submitting blows more than stoners on marijuana.

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

Its like segregation when its stoners vs products

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

When on my dick the clock goes tick tick time flyin by like a stoners high,

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

And smoke all day to make them pro stoners so proud

Kidnapped u from ur own house took u to stoners hill where i could of killed u

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true