This is a song about "Hangover in the canyon"

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Catch you up on places i've been

Knocked out in the lunch in

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Fluoride in our toothpaste in the water

In the far back near the corner trying to take it in,

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Life's a canyon and we trip into the chasm

Hey man so far i've been listenin to your album

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Going in the wrong direction until the vibes kick in

But i murder him first

I'm in the the real world