You hate me, should thank me, but lately I burned so much trees, I keep environmentalists angry. I sell weed, smoke weed, LBs, OZs, Term bag it up like come help with the groceries. Light the doobie until it glow like a ruby, after which they couldn’t find the villain like Scooby. As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray I could see my whole life fly past me…. We smoke three tokes n*gga pour more Henny He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many Cold-blooded murderers, universal Hood to hood, blowin' smoke, state of mind is purple. I smoke like a chimney as a matter fact I smoke like a gun, when a killer see his enemy and I smoke like Bob Marley did, add to that that I smoke like the hippies did, back in the 70's. Every time I roll up, niggaz holla ‘Roll up!’ And I tell ‘em hold up, you ain’t getting money you ain’t smoking. In my Benzo, 20 inch Lorenzo’s, smoking on indo, high as a motherfucker 50 Cent admitted that he doesn’t smoke or drink, but this weed anthem is still a highlight from his classic Shady or Aftermath debut Get Rich Or Die Tryin’. And anyone can relate to folks who mooch on the weed without pitching in. See I found God within me Now we kick free sipping on a bottle of Hennessy Blazin' Christmas trees on the clouds of infinity Blank out and forget a crowd is with me, forgive me. The choir like my reefer and the preacher got my eyes low Sister Mary Jane to make me sleep from singing high notes.