This is a song about "Getting high and building shit"

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

That was a blessing in disguise like jamaicans getting high,

On some real shit, fuck getting high

You know i want a piece of that pie

Throw on some gucci shades cuz im blazed and i call that shit high fashion.

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Not about getting high, there is more to life

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Im in my house getting high as im writing this shit,

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

So let me tell you about this guy

I got that shit, that makes you high

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing