back to the cannabis
bitch I'm tryna hack it
will a spliff into existence
and split it with my pack
it's jaded grey and faded musty
while the feds stay tryna bust me
hurl furls of fur further
cuz I'm better than you I must be
green thumb cuz I twist the j twixt my fingers
danger sign cuz I don't fuck with the minglers
dreamy eyes and a pocket full of cash
and you flock right to em like alcoholics to a flask
weed crumb got me thinkin bout my past
but you don't need to so don't bother tryna ask
fool in the mothafuckin light I'm tryna bask
don't throw your shade around me bitch or else you'll feel the wrath
