yo when i take a toke from the bong n puff out my smoke can no one find-ya,
straight in yo eye to blind-ya, no need to remind-ya,
what i can do while the smoke appears,
this grey matter is what every man fears,
as i pack mo in the cone piece i take a drag n feel the inner peace,
leave the po's in a grey fog confused,
gets my homies amused, how the dea cant see thru,
we all blaze up blunts cuse we aint got nuthin else ta do.

Next weapon: brass knuckles