This is a song about "Conquering high tension rapscallions and widowers"

Chill bro and enjoy your marijuana high

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

A chart scores as high stars and mars

I be murdering bars

But im actually skipping and causing high jinks

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

The tension builds and suddenly everyone drops to the floor,

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

And if you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

But it thinks high and mighty

Free of all old dragging tension;

You're uncool like my mother kin

One time give it up for him

Climatic tension, slitherin'