Verse 1:
Heres a fun fact, I never smoke blunt wraps
And your boy break up more trees than a lumberjack
Marys janes a whore I pass her I know she comin back
When were done with the L we just break up another sack
Even though I blaze so much I got it under control
Don’t stress if the weeds out I got another one rolled
But Tobaccos over 18, that shits just retarded so i
Hit up Dartmouth Gas cause my ass don’t get carded
Before we hit up the party, I get more skulled than Ed Hardy
That’s why my eyes are red spotted and im higher up there than Artie*
You can catch me in the parkin lot, twistin some weed
Dmatos of course I get high, bitch its just me
Verse 2:
I spend more dough on chron a year than the cost of tabor**
Im Mr. known to fit a half o in a gasha vega
Or get me a game blunt, to me it’s the same stuff
Your still gonna get moaked, but get me a grape dutch
Ill blaze up, everyones high thats cause something sure to be
Because the weed I blaze is more green than a Portugee
I wake up and blow trees more than a morning breeze
I was introduced to weed at a young age- fortunately
Id be comatosed just if i smoked a roach for every chick i grabbed
Getchya facts, mary jane aint the only bitch i bagged
Invision that, in the back twistin shit that I betchya wisha had
Bitch I get high up on that simple fact