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

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

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

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

I go to my mates and his front doors a gate

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Days consist of getting payed/ getting bred with my team

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

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

I would ask who's frank she would say one of my new crew mates with a new face

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case