This is a song about "High times"

But to think the first 3 times

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

No more will we cry

Lift your eyebrow up high

And other times they'll be as high as pigeons sit nigga

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

But i am flying high

Don't ask me why

In the hood im well-o over they head sometimes

Said off so many times, writers block, its hard times

You better get with the times

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Like kg said cowards die a thousand times

Picture me lettin this chump survive