This is a song about "Gettin high"

But this real, fuck how you feel

And we gettin' money, over here,

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

By selling drugs and pissin hot and gettin high

Everything that means gettin with

Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Gettin caught by the cop

I was raised this way

Without gettin in my pay

Gettin high all the time with the girl im gonna make mine,

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

Gettin' crazier than eminem's medicine cabinet

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that