Burn Me Slow

Check it out, it takes skill y'all, for them to fill y'all
 And in the end it's dollar dollar dollar bill y'all
 So long I awaited, in the end you contemplated
 Now O.C. cuts be highly anticipated
 Forget all the braggadocio shit you hear
 Same old voices in the air, while I refresh in the air, word
 Thought that I was gone, huh, temporary setbacks
 Made me analyze what I do, and be the best at
 Gusto, I got it on lock, a sack of marijuana
 Being sold by the dreads, I got the good stuff
 Inhale on it, smell the aroma blessed
 Let it comatose ya, I'm feeling a rush where you're supposed to
 Mold me, toke me, hold me in for five seconds
 Then exhale, then maybe you can tell if I'm potent
 See font to leave it, a cheeba cheeba cheeba
 Like coated with honey base, kill the taste, burn me slow
 Drag on me, yeah, just as long as you can pull it
 Now shotgun, cause I be number one with a bullet
 Who got some? The second hand smoke's in the air
 Contact, oh my, I'mma get you so high
 Drag on my words like an herb from a peace pipe
 But extra mash out, I sprinkle hashish on the mic
 Then pop a top on a Guiness giving me clout
 Some say it give a stiff one, shorty ask did I drink a stout
 The mind mix like Heinie and sensimilla
 This goes to my niggas in and outside of Medina
 My chariot carries me to thorough boroughs
 Puffing the underground trail, traying to escape like Harriet
 It don't make sense but it makes cents
 Dollars and cents, making the last couple of lines too dense
 So when you see me rocking a party like Reggae Sunplash
 Don't bust shots, son, my face to your man and give a shotgun
 Burn me slow, drag on me as long as you can pull it
 Now shotgun, cause I be number one with a bullet
 Who got some? The second hand smoke's in the air
 Contact, oh my, I'm a get you so high (Repeat 2x)
 So while you're lining your L's, unwind ya high buddah blessed
 Some charm, taking you to a higher place of praise
 Soaking in, opening the chamber in your mind you're focusing
 I wrote this in a mindstate of cheeba essence
 Buckwild, beating your eardrums with Thai sticks
 Like tapping bags of weed, he tapping snares and kicks
 What? To the dick and you don't quit
 Roll up that O.C. sack and then spark that shit
 It's all love baby, twist me tight and then kiss me
 Pull on me slow so I burn nice and gently *inhales*
 Drag it, puff the magic, lavish it
 Make me a routine smoke, like a bad habit
 Meant to be in this game, play out our role
 To manage this beat, I keep growing mad like canibus
 Burn me slow, drag on me as long as you can pull it
 Now shotgun, cause I be number one with a bullet
 Who got some? The second hand smoke's in the air
 Contact, oh my, I'm a get you so high (Repeat 2x)