This is a song about "Sex and getting high"

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

Getting so high, say my name's peaks pike

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Whole team getting high moon walking on kites

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

But on some real shit, fuck getting high

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

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

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed