Dis whole argument whack asl. Modern za ain’ lab-made, secondhand smoke ain’ a crip walk for ya brain cells, and nah, we ain’ smokin’ GMOs. Stay mad, boomer.
GMO & Lab Shit? Nah, Faam
Aight, lemme school ya, dis za ain’ no Frankenstein lab project, feel me? Dey ain’ slicin’ genes or nuffin’. Strains just got dat dank ‘cuz growers been pickin’ da loudest plants fo’ YEARS. High THC? Dass Mother Nature on swole, not no synthetic boof.
Secondhand Smoke? Bffr, My Guy
Yo, if u walk past a cloud on da block, u ain’ finna catch a buzz, lose IQ, or turn into Snoop’s sidekick. Dem “10 IQ points” claims? CAP. Science say u’d need a whole hotbox sesh in a closet to even think ’bout gettin’ zooted off secondhand.
70s Weed vs. Now? Same Plant, Just Buffed
Back then, dat Reggie bush wuz like 3% THC, baby numbers. Now we got 30% gas, but it’s still OG Cannabis sativa, ya dig? Ain’ no alien plant, just dat good good on max grind.
Public Smokin’ = Druggin’? Chill, Karen
Yeah, folks might side-eye u chiefin’ on the corner, but sayin’ it’s “druggin’ ’em” is OD. Unless u blowin’ smoke down dey throat in an elevator, dey ain’ gonna wake up in the Astral Plane.