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

But on some real shit, fuck getting high

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

High off life and vicodin writing shit and reciting it,

Funnel them all into a building, call that shit christianity/

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Ain't that how black's do it, right

Getting so high, say my name's peaks pike

Dreamin on a lullaby

I got that shit, that makes you high

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Not about getting high, there is more to life

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Getting so high it helps, to get shit off my chest, as i progress,