This is a song about "High times"

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

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

What we gotta do to survive

The world seems strange at times

High advice, we are in blight times

I wish i could have 25 wives

Look i'm fly, super saiyen high

You know i want a piece of that pie

Got a flock full of dimes

Hard to kill, how many more times?

All you niggas die

But i am flying high

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

She cries reminiscing on the good times

So let me tell you about this guy

Everybody ,your hands up high,