This is a song about "Must"

Niggas in the street scared

He's feeling stressed, he must transcend/

I must be different inside

On that red-eyed kush flight

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

You must mix that with dank

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

You must be getting faded

I must be different inside

And i like my marijuana bright

He must be fricken tall.

Wanna fuck em all

So you obviously must swallow.

I gonna take it really nice and slow

Look how the buzz will grow

Where must i go, who must i know