This is a song about "Being wrong"

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

I'm a realass nigga sick of being spitted on cause i'm the "wrong" one

Preserver and prove me wrong.

Got campaign going so strong

Said everything i do is wrong

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Your real friend won't do you wrong

I get slight work like big sean

I don't know maybe im wrong

Ha, and the bitches all gone

I'm not addicted though, don't get me wrong

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Lasers wrecked the wrong faces, sages of the wrong places.

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Even when ya do something wrong,

But just when it gets good, she's gone