This is a song about "High times"

But shit it's all mine, at all times

Got a flock full of dimes

Why you call me back? don't lie

Look i'm fly, super saiyen high

The world seems strange at times

Paper planes, long flights

So let me tell you about this guy

Everybody ,your hands up high,

I remember dates, times

Been spending most our lives

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Remember when we went to happy times

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

Picture me lettin this chump survive