This is a song about "Highs and lows"

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

Weary kids paranoid cause we chose to share highs

Forgetting bout all my lows

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

I was dealt a few blows, i felt a few lows

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Amen, they say you only live once

I despise the highs/don't use needles

I'm modest, and humble

And inhospitable,