[Verse: Young Vicious]
Blowin' big clouds, hangin' with the crew
Smokin' just the two of us, me and you
Where the green grass grows, rollin' up that fire
Everybody knows
[?] with the gang
Fuck what all my haters say
I’ll be blazin' every day
Bitch, get back
Don’t fuck with my sack
Gettin' stoned, feelin' in the zone
Spark up the lighter, burn in flames
Inhale the smoke to let it ease the pain
I got that dank strain
Tokin' Mary Jane
Weed in the air, we don’t care, let it share
Everywhere from the East to the West
I feel it in my chest
[?] a big test
I’m out of control
Emotions flow
The last toke, I finally feel it in my soul

[Skit: Yesify]
*Phone Ringing*
Ayo
Why the fuck you makin' a rap album?
You made three goddamn albums
And you still ain’t got my money
You owe me my fuckin' money for weed
So how the fuck you gonna say you don’t have, any weed
But then you rap about it?
The fuck?
[Outro: Young Vicious]
Yeah, I’ma get you your money
But I don’t appreciate your, Jerry Springer lookin' ass comin' up shootin' up my house, either
I’m through with this shit
I had enough
I’m goin' to rehab
I was just bullshittin', and you know this
Man!