You know I got plants in the bedroom, I'm leafin'
I got the spare nubs in the cribs that I'm leasin'
Damn, lil' mama look sexy, she don't need foundation
I'm all 'bout my business, I'm like corporations
I got workers who oversee operations
I'm a weed farmer, that is my occupation
Heard the smell escape, go check the ventilation
On the shit, b**h, I don't need no validation
Need a math degree 'cause I do calculations
Got this shit out the mud, don't need reparations
Underground THC lab, I'm innovatin'
Got the clones in the tube and they incubatin'
Grow the tunechi, these bitches ain't regulated
But I'm still finna sling 'em, I'm heavy cakin'
Eatin' gold steak, it's 2K for them to plate it
Only good tree, so I don't get no complainin'
I don't know what to call this, the shit came nameless