This is a song about "Thc"

Long as i have my p and my 3 meals, smoke the thc, roll mean blunts as big as king kongs wifes cunt

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

Hot thc, touch the sky, others call me renegade,

Two or three, hits of thc, yeah it fits for me.

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I l-o-v-e the thc, w-double-e-d, either n-a-m-e doesnt matter to me,

Seeping thc from the pores, i ignore, the rules the chores

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs