Lifted offa King Grubb's new album 'Droopy Eyed Vegas', this is a near-somnambulent aquatic slipstream of the finest herb-headed hippy shit — production v. reminiscent of Outkast or Boogiemonsters at their most oceanic, rhymes hitting that perfect mid-point 'tween paranoid agitation ('the finest white cider') and weed-hibernation lassitude. One thing that always amazes me about vids these days is just HOW MUCH weed these people have knocking around their domiciles. How can they afford it? Oh right... remember kids, always get high on your own supply. Excellent stuff.