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

Got high and my brain got mushy...

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Picture me lettin this chump survive

And everythings mellow when you high off life

Baby girl imma massage you and release dat tension

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Get high,get drunk and repeat the cycle,

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

Be careful, they want us to stay drunk and high!

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him

Climatic tension, slitherin'

Now climb, ascend an release your tension

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

In this cold world, it's all about collection

Did i mention my profession loaded tension