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

And i don't rely on no bitches

Then got myself high with

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

These rappers say they getting high, but these niggas below me

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

But my mates said i'm a loser

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Days consist of getting payed/ getting bred with my team

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

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Lady at the frank stand will

Getting in touch with my mental.

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

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

On some real shit, fuck getting high