This is a song about "Mc dynamic smoking crack pipes at cbah high"

Before you take a crack at the "king"

And getting money is the song i sing

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Don't blow my high, don't look at me or ask why

Flying through the streets at a high risk to society,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Greatness comes at a high price with no reputation defamed

So while out here, at high class luncheons

So here i am at the store for some chips

Get 420 to rhyme wicked lines while he's at home getting high

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

While toking till i'm feeling high and smoking like a g

You wouldn't be as high smoking crack rocks in a blackhawk,

The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called