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‘I was gonna pay my child support, but then I got high.’ Then another voice — or what sounds like one — comes back at him: ’no you weren’t.’

That’s the line everyone quotes. The top comment on the uncensored upload is someone saying it’s the part that got them, and for some it is the biggest laugh in the song. What gets the laugh is a father admitting he was never going to pay for his child — the excuse and the confession in the same breath, the confession served up as the punchline. It is not a thing that should make anyone laugh. It is built to.

And it does two jobs at once. It makes a joke of a man walking out on his kid, and it pins that man’s collapse on the weed — the job gone, the house gone, the child support never paid, all of it because he got high. If you set out to degrade fatherhood and cannabis users together and get them both to sing along while you did it, it would sound a lot like this.

The whole song runs that way. A life coming apart — the job, the degree, the wife, the kids, the house — sung warm enough that you carry the losses without feeling their weight. Near the end he drops the joke for one line: ‘I messed up my entire life, because I got high.’ No punchline under that one. But nobody plays the song for that line. They play it because it’s funny, and it stays funny because the beat never lets any of it land.

You can watch it working in the comments. Under the person quoting the child-support line sits another calling it the greatest anti-drug song ever made, in earnest, with respect. The warning landed on one listener and the abandonment was the joke for the next, and nobody in the thread feels a seam between them. That is the normalisation happening in real time — a father quitting on his kid, filed under comedy, and the room agreeing it’s both a good laugh and a fair lesson.

Afroman made a remix in 2014 — a legalisation push and a dispensary app behind it, the lyrics flipped to defend the drug instead of blaming it. The opposite message, and more out in the open about what it wanted. But it went out through the dispensary deal, the commerce took the rhythm with it, and what’s left is an advert. Nobody plays it twice.

So the two songs say opposite things — one blames the drug for everything, the other stands up for it — and the one that survives is simply the funny one. Popularity has nothing to do with which version is the truer one. People follow the rhythm, and the laugh. Which means the version that gets to live forever, the one still everywhere a quarter-century on, is the one that turned a man abandoning his child into the best joke on the record.