This is a song about "High point"

Now its time to get my point across

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Disappoint lyrically they miss the point

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

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

Always on point taking drugs in intervals

Going straight to the point, the blueprint is on point

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint