This is a song about "Skating around with the homies and going to hit the greens to get stress out of our minds"

I went out to the corner all the homies hanging out

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

High: that's why they call us planes

Our minds to heavens gates

I dislike the stress /never got in to fights and bled

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

It weighs heavy in our minds and is part of the decision when we make it.

Trying to get out and around

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

This stress is tough to cope, eatin and showerin wit a roach, both ways get the view

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

Those with the most thoughts are out of their minds.

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

And if someone sayin that to my homies we hit em with right hooks

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof