This is a song about "Going off"

The alarms going off, hell no we ain't drilling

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

Going off you know, the great gatsby

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Fuck off your just gap not a man going in the bed with your old

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Where is my life going,

Let my angel sing

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Going off on a beat to kakorot you're to weak

Going off on this track blowing up like floyd

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

They say i need growing

And we try to keep going

Uh! look at me going i'm writing off the dome.

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone