I call up my buddy scott to buy sum pot amd he say he gonna me at the spot in 20 on the dot i start my trot thinking i hope i dont get caught i pull up to the spot and he brought the pot that i sought and that i ought to smoke so i go fine the man in the cloak under the old oak and we toke hit the bong and choke and i spoke dam this shit makes me croak ge thought itvwas a joke then i woke and relized it was a dream a crazy ass trip that long cool neck i take a sip grip the bic and take another rip i pack a dip in my lip and send my whip down the air strip err girl get wet when i hop out the jet fuck debt its the money i get when i fuck i sweat yeah ask yo bitch she met not to fret i light a cigarette then i go cash my check and drive my coronet to go pick up my new corvette