This is a song about "Being high and seeing the better path"

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I'm my own human being and i wish you could be seeing

Cuz i got better things to do then rap with you, got my own path

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

And this is the path i choose to walk

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Stand up high and reach the clouds

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

I'm my own human being and i wish you could be seeing

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

And took me down the right path

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

They say to be careful of the path you tread, and this path you led

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Lift the flap, and u will find ur mind in a restricted path