This is a song about "Get high tonight"

Get 420 to rhyme wicked lines while he's at home getting high

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Aint that why we get high,

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Whether i get high and wreck shit

And i know - there'll never be peace

Puffing trees to get me high as trapeze

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

I always get high have tome to kill

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

So we stay away form the get you high trees.

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

You gotta make sure you aim right

You might get your wig pushed back tonight