And they couldn't get a blow
But I'ma find them marijuana, so I don't know
I've been from the west, I grind it down low
Nothing but the high grind, purple skunk
Go tell Ronan to bring the chalice up front
Nine thousand dollars, I'ma feel six months
The herbalist, they sign from down the road till I'm drunk
That shit in the back, they're flingin' it in my car trunk
The IS took my Evans, y'all know I'm a junk
Push with some wire smoke and then my mule, I bonk
Pop it, land, smell it and the whole lot dem junk