This is a song about "Thc"

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

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

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

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

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

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

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