This is a song about "Smoking weed getting high shots hanging with my crew up in a trap house"

While i'm in the back talkin' to my other broad

You wouldn't be as high smoking crack rocks in a blackhawk,

Smoking the best weed in berlin

Kaiser soze, we never see him

In my reply, i ain't up high, i'm closer in a future sense

Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

I worry bout my cousins while hanging with a duchess

Think its bout time to get my lungs scanned, so i plan in getting in a high command

Cause these suckers wanna spray where i lay downmy homie lost his family and snapped

You can't open up, my crew, y'all can't cope with us,

And i ain't never plan to be famous