This is a song about "Getting high getting bitches getting riches"

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

That was a blessing in disguise like jamaicans getting high,

Enemies getting closer.

Two chains, two guns, he bipolar

Getting high infront of the, po-lice, higher then i was before, see?

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

Getting so high take flight like a pigeon

I don't give a fuck, like a senior citizen

Prolly getting high like a popped ollie/popped molly

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

Whole team getting high moon walking on kites

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

On some real shit, fuck getting high

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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