This is a song about "High point"

My style is on point like a decimal/

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

It's only a dream, check point reality one

I wonder why we take from our women

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

Silent momentman, i been missing you

In a serial killers point of view

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

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

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Huh, a metaphor of course

Now its time to get my point across