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

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

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

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

My culture's smiling, getting more in depth with each breath

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

My so called mates all turned to snakes

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Getting so high take flight like a pigeon

Getting so high, say my name's peaks pike

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

And today we're still in chains

I'm rapping for my mates