We was smoked out Feeling heavenly Playing Frankie Beverly Something made in the 70's Everybody know us When we show up We celebrities Copped a purse for her From the Gucci and the Beverly Didn't have to say a word to her It's telepathy Gave me all her knowledge Right there on her Lexus seats She let me come Wouldn't let me leave I left the car But I left my weed Called my homie Washeyi He was parlayed on the west side Told him bout my story He said try my best to get high It's just photosynthesis Growing thru out my sentences Scented with an aroma I roll up and start remembering