This is a song about "Being self conscious"

And i was conscious of this.

I just light up and focus

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

The underground conscious scene began, you can't doubt it,

Some thing i keep to my self

And if you pay for that yourself

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

Lean got me sleep walking like i'm in a conscious coma

In fact, my hat is in tact with the fubu pull over

Self designated wicked critical closer

Yo conscious shit makin me fall six feet deep/

Yeah i know we never got to meet

I'm taking shots, y'all faking knots, conscious? i'm paid to talk it,

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

The knowledge of my self still

That's aids to the ill