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

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

Hanging, on a thread with a rope around my neck

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

Picked up smoking weed ever since bad trips,

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Im in my house getting high as im writing this shit,

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

To livin in a house with food my stomach

I keep my money neat

Im high as a bitch smokin weed

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

A clever cat getting jiggie / smoking that sticky weed

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat