This is a song about "Tons"

50 shades of clay, tons of reasons why i’m mr. may.

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

Letting such tons trembled sin i'm fired since i was in the fire

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

'cuz some "homeland security" equals tons of profit makin'

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation

'cuz some "homeland security" equals tons of profit makin'

Tons more in this game that can spit some sick shit,

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

Beggin' for mnm's like there was no other day, could gain 10 tons