This is a song about "We made"

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

Always and forever, thats the pinky promise we made.

Something wicked this way come

Canada is where we made it from

Wheat was made into bread, barley was made into beer, flax was made

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Dont get me wrong i love the land that we made

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Y'all would be so confused as to how we made it up,

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

I've made a lot of mistakes, just like we all do

All the memories we made start to fade to black

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

Cant even complain cuz you not bitch made

If i should die before i wake