This is a song about "High point"

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

They were living to strive, two stories with a main point

Never been one to point fingers

With business hoes an college strippers

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

To the point that you ran out of hope, you were a high grass

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

Going straight to the point, the blueprint is on point

I'm the other guy

Cause when i'm flying sky high,

We race foreign cars, custom models

Always on point taking drugs in intervals

This is my point of view, a serial killers point of view.

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

The standards are high ,but what's the point if your brain is seaweed,

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat