This is a song about "Knowledge rappers drugs high"

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

By selling drugs and pissin hot and gettin high

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

The knowledge of my self still

But i'm fuckin' pissed, i probably won't go gain some knowledge,

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

When my competition ain't much

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

Bonding over our love for drugs

Amen, they say you only live once

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

These rappers say they getting high, but these niggas below me