This is a song about "Quarters on yale"

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

Will somebody please show me how

I wanna go on strike on life now,

When you took my hand up so calm

Now im getting them on

And in the midst of the struggle well keep your roll of quarters,

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

I could go on and on and on for hours,

Rolling with my yankees hat on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

On my ride on the bills baby i

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly