This is a song about "That ll make your life tic toc so smoke marijuana"

That my life is so confined,

Uh, this what's been on my mind

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

That ll make u sneeze weak in the knees/and give you a permanent

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

Talk shit you ll get an axe to your cheek walk quick

And smoke all day to make them pro stoners so proud

But i apologize for not walking you around

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

I can tell that you starting to sweat, so ill smoke you out so your no more than a rap cadet,

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

That's why we got washington and california tryna make marijuana legal

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Chill bro and enjoy your marijuana high

Rica, so i can smoke my reefer and enjoy how life supposed ta treat

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat