[*Kokane laughing*]. . [Kokane]. People are so, so greedy. Tired of fake homies, homies, homies. (Why they hatin' on me). I don't know what.... (Y'all expect from me).
I got nothin to lose, I'm goin all out. The deuce never stop, I refuse to play by the rules. Uptight, when you steppin into the night, right. Pigs comin up and shinin the bright light.
I'mma do my thing, let me tell you right now. 'Cause I don't know any other way of livin' my life now. Some of you know the struggle, some of you live in a bubble.
All aboard, and jump on the Ganja Bus. We now want the new weed, beat under us. Rollin' up, roll like we thunderous. Somkin' up, Rasta not sprinkle dust.