[Verse1: Wes Kraven] Hellen Keller pack boy it's off in the sack Face a Blunt of that and a worm of the wax Budget for my weed man it comes to some stacks Rolled somethin sticky now I'm stuck like a tack If you come to smoke wit me betta roll jus more than three Rollin up a whole oz...smokin like a rasta B Couple of that good OG...one more of that blue dream Nother of that sour d...finish wit a brownie...I'm lifted Good piff lit...ask for you don't get...this my sh** Can't hit this...you pay up...make it quick Pre rolled sticks...that good sh**...flick my bic...they get lit Take one hit...you feel it...no love clique...smoke perfect 28 strong and I call it Fred Taylor...no I'm not a Taylor I don't do papers...L's like a OG...born in the 90's Look for the smoke cloud if u need to find me...off fine weed That top shelf...presidential...wake up...in the morning It's essential...Cali pack...call it LA confidential Highed up...floating in my residential [Verse 2: Lav] Kick back & relax , as I twist my Dutch get my thoughts lifted up smoke to much got me stuck These f** n***as , f** b**hes try stressing me sticking to the script ain't nobody writing sh** for me My mind be racing no Daytona 500 28 grams in cops storm me out in public cause they say I'm to loud that's just the pack talking I roll a couple spliffs I put that WAX on it NL the crew LPC All we do is blow Selling gas that LP Tryna flip some dough Tried to quit many times all I do smoke Stress weighing down on my cloud is where I go to coast A different world got me surfing on a spaceship Lighting up the nite , the next day I do the same sh** Wake & bake to start my day off I stay faded That bob marley rasta boy & i'm still blazing No sticks & no seeds in my joints n***a Break it down with the grinder no stress either Need that medical for days that's the pain reliever Take a plane that pilot sh** like i'm wiz khalifa