Socially, international, locally
Anywhere you see the herb smoke a me
A light up the side and no smoke inside
So you know a me
That the Babylonia oppress my freedom
But we still a blaze up like them and a nobody
I will smoke until I die
And them plant a can just re-over me
Over me
So run a man, bungling the bubble man
The real ting with the healing a that ting a the bubble
And can't touch this, we too hot
We be bunya and never ever turn away from
High grade herb
I smoke up in my joke