This is a song about "Getting high with my mates"

Days consist of getting payed/ getting bred with my team

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

And all they wanna do is be with me, even my mates girls

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I grind the competition with my teeth, i'm high power

My brains the thing that pull it, mates be telling me to cool it

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

I go to my mates and his front doors a gate

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

That was a blessing in disguise like jamaicans getting high,

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

Get 420 to rhyme wicked lines while he's at home getting high