This is a song about "My mind potent like you high off keys or something"

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

You all wish something would turn off in my head/

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

And my niggas sell them keys if you can't open your door

This is my high rap, you cant even touch my high stacks.

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

So i conceived a scheme/and retrieved the keys/inside my mind and sealed it shut.

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

Sleezy look at my dope, it aint leafy so potent itll leave you sleepy

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

North cold or south cold, can't really make up my mind