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

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

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

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Whole team getting high moon walking on kites

And all you cute

The squad with us, no troop

That's the window into the sky

On some real shit, fuck getting high

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

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

I delete they history

The squad on lock no key

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Prolly getting high like a popped ollie/popped molly

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids