This is a song about "Getting high with the squad"

Feels like getting stabbed in the back with shards of glass

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

To become a couple of half pig cops, part of the rcmp squad

With sicker syllables that go so high and touch the fucking sky

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

Just searching for the perfect shot

We the squad, freshgang , out that c-town mob

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

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

But still to not get punked on the block i just stay to squad,

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

That was a blessing in disguise like jamaicans getting high,

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

She don't really care about anyone advice

Not about getting high, there is more to life