This is a song about "Smoking on this dro and we like to kick doors"

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

And the dro got me floating on the seven seas

I flash smiles at the mean looks

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Hold me to the mic why im smoking on this tropical

I go to my mates and his front doors a gate

But i do quite well with all the bait

We bursting doors like we just showed up

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

Only way to leave is by smoking this j, and drifting away, into space,

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.