This is a song about "Weed mates drunk"

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

, i was drunk bro is just no excuse

And tell all you mates that im killin you

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

Every time i get drunk i'm never drunk enough

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Slurring my words mom knows i'm drunk

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Chilling with my mates but i dont give a fuck about rotations

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Weed and rapping weed in jays

You're that secret place