This is a song about "Gettin head"

School cyphersi was too nicer

And we'd be gettin higher

The real reason, it's gettin hazy

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

I'mma drop you off home quickly

Haters gettin shitty

Well i'm gettin older know

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Gettin weak all in my knees

But in the meantime it's lights please