Smoker's Amulet

I used to smoke white owls primarily Didn't really like to roll a Philly or a swisher sweet 1882s were my go to, dark stout or wild and mild wood never Russian cream I like my blunt with no flavor taste the good weed I hate juicy Jay papers, is it just me Make my shit with either hemp or rice grains Add a rosin strain, this shit lasting longer than 'Bron James I remember trash dabs to the cranium Sludgy poop soup off a scorching titanium Now I got a ruby rose bowl with no stadium And a terp timer to measure the heats radiance My shit stay low temp Scandinavians Hella Wookies smoking cookies in my radius Game clamped in my tentacles corrupt my brain I guess A nigga straight became doctor Octavius But my shit bomb like the green goblin, Green god rolling up with a weed goddess Kush coma I'm finna fall who needs August Smoke in my lungs I'll never pass smog check At 420 on 420 I score plenty Baseball with my J's I feel like Ken Griffey Recyclers make me feel like I'm thrifty Blunts like the neck of the loch Ness need tree fiddy Errbody in the club getting tipsy Stick to ubering and lyfting Don't Drake and drive have you looking in that camera John Krasinski Asking do you miss me No I was steady rolling up a 7 gram A lil cherry tree quarter George Washington Then I had to add a badder gram to it This my Smoker's Amulet