This is a song about "Highs and lows"

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often.

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

But i guess that shit's just tough love

I despise the highs/don't use needles

Forgetting bout all my lows

Guess i’m different than most

And once i'm dead and gone

Well, the club bout to hear this song

Most of them niggas dumb

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

We put a wreath on niggas' career

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer