This is a song about "Thc thanksgiving"

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

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

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

But you started hissing like you was burnt thanksgiving

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

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

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

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

Than i ate ya girl out call it thanksgiving feast

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

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

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate