This is a song about "Thc"

They giving pounds and that before get the money

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

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

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

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

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