Cavi Cone, had me blown
Everyday Boombastic, Shaggy song
Make you wanna go and put some turkey patties on
After that you wanna serve your lady daddy long
Taking a cone of Gary Clark Jr. Was pivotal
Me and Bouriqua told him, "careful this strain is critical"
They were hospitable, we got on their bus and lit a few
Picked up his new guitar, strumming sounded like syllables
I think I'm trippin', I think it's riffin'
It's talking to me saying words, and ain't no talking, just listenin'
Bus so cloudy I don't think nobody's suspicion is pointing at me
Twitching like Smokey in the coop with chickens
Liftin' higher, so high I think I'm up with Christians
Out at they show they spirits only existing
Bumped into God and his aura is hella glistenin'
With Gary Clark's face with another spliff he was twistin'
Then I said "Woah, mane. I gotta go, mane that Cavi so strange"
And I said that with no shame
I was lit up like propane, tripping over this dope strain
Gary say, "do you think the Cavi is mixed with cocaine?"
I don't know, I don't know
All I know is that it's super fire when I blow
He said thanks for the dough
I said, "have a good show" I was on one and I hope he didn't know