This is a song about "High times"

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

She cries reminiscing on the good times

If i could have 25 wives

High advice, we are in blight times

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

Damn is your mattress dry

Everybody ,your hands up high,

All the time with this glock of mines

Like kg said cowards die a thousand times

Of a high school kid and his real times

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

I'll say the fword over a hundred times

Remember when we went to happy times

Who know this be the life that i really live