From the west coast where we got the best smoke all year round we got a coat sitting back taking towns till we choke high as hell having spiritual growth thru plant medicine So many strains gotta smoke em all already did that check it off the list don’t be pissed make a wrong move you won’t be missed case dismissed Born in the 503 you don’t know me white widow in a back pack crossed over the Canadian border grown in the backwoods homie picked nugs off a bush than we started burning kush from a young age blazing on the sour I remember my first hit of grand daddy purp chilling on the porch atf Alaskan thunder fuck was the bomb plug came thru with the train wreck sativa ganja some called it the creeper grown by the reaper West coasting straight smoking our weeds the bomb like King Kong puffing on the Za Za superstar weed grown on the best coast We getting high staying fly it’s not a lie tripping on shrooms looking at the sky developing that keen eye give thanks to jah rastafari