Weed song

roll it up and smoke it down, throwin blunts out to the crowd.

Kush is packed up bic in my pocket. Im so high, oh so high, im a fly guy.

Mary j my bitch ya know, got the swisher burnin slow.

Clear the bong, this my song try this while your high cant do no wrong.

Got your bitch in her thong no bra on. Bout to beat that pussy up, man i dont give a fuck.

Deuces to the haters, yall just instigators.

Try to be like me you cant flex like me. Rhymes so tight, soundin so right.

Had a dream bout to come true, man why you feelin blue?

Down on yourself cause i took your wealth.

Came out of no where you can call that stealth.

Jettin to the finish, your mind will diminish.

Got a pound in the trunk ya know whats up, smokin on that ganja til the sun comes up.

All i see is green, cash signs i mean. Weed to though cant forgot about the kush bro.

This the weed song light up when its on. Smoke that shit til your mind is gone.

Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. Twist those bags rollin in dough.

Got it from cali, now im in the valley cruisin round town in the denali.

Holy shit there three of you?! This shit hypnotic, only in the chronic.

This the weed song light it up when its on. Smoke that shit til your mind is gone.