I'm 'bout to blast off, itchin' for a bitchin', don't piss me off

In rotation, everywhere all at once, need 'bout three blunts, mix that gumbo with Runts

I keep ma weed real purple like taro, Spanish bitch taste just like avocado

I got nothin' but that gas, nothin' but that gas

Ya' homie coughin' real bad, lemme pat ya' back

Where's my muthafuckin' lighter?

You can smell it on me, light it up and everybody actin' like they know me

Joints short and thick, they simply a reflection of me

Is you smoking dick, you really think I'm focused on you?

Oh my god bitch, what the fuck is up, is you a dee dee dee?

Grippin' on my blunts, you ain't even smokin', is you eatin' weed?

Universe real sweet to me, so every I smoke the weed is free to me

Keep the boy around, he roll my trees for me

I'm on my marijuana moon, my marijuana garden

And maybe when I'm older, have a marijuana daughter

Crushin' up my trees and eat leftover Benihana's

Turn the hood into a holiday, my name Madonna

Real swamp bitch, I'm posted up with six iguanas

Lightin' up three spliffs, we 'boutta reach nirvana

Matta fact, before I dip, lemme get a hit, mmm-mmm

Thank god I get (High, high, high)

I'm 'bout to get (High, high, high)

I need to get (High, high, high)

I got to get (High, high, high)

Thank god I get (High, high, high)

I'm 'bout to get (High, high, high)

I need to get (High, high, high)

I got to get (High, high, high)

Thank god I get—

What?

Well, lemme formally introduce ya, Mary-Juana, she's the muse, she's my producer

I'm off the casa with my 'migos, they all shakin' ass

What was it Sexyy said? "I hate a lame bitch with class"

No fronto, please be a lady

Light it up, forget all about ya, neuralyzer

Know I'll hit you with that "Why, I oughta!"

Finally passed the moon, I'm lightin' up with the Mars rover

In the kitchen, call me Carmy, way I'm innovatin'

I'm high as fuck in this bitch, we outside, turkey bacon

Dripped out, look like we stepped out of the fuckin' Matrix

The world is burnin' outside, and all you bitches basic

Like fe, fi, fo, fum

I'm shittin' on you bitches, women, children should run

It's Godzilla the way I'm takin' over, blockin' the sun

Head start, ya got till right I after I spark this blunt

Thank god I get (High, high, high)

I'm 'bout to get (High, high, high)

I need to get (High, high, high)

I got to get (High, high, high)

Thank god I get (High, high, high)

I'm 'bout to get (High, high, high)

I need to get (High, high, high)

I got to get (High, high, high)

Thank god I get—