This is a song about "Fences"

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

Hopped up over enough fences, call me hispanic/

But now i'm dope and clearing fences

Always knew where the pot was

Seen corrupt cops buck shots,the little jits hoppin fences

Hang on my words, but more concerned with my latest necklace

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

White fences and all the material things, couple of nice cars big television screens,

Seen corrupt cops buck shots,the little jits hopping fences,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

See boy she been in love

You should be tied to the fences,

Sword swinging for the fences

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz