This is a song about "Speaking of food lets get high"

Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters

Metaphorically speaking i'm alerting you of theoretical terms,

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

People always trying to get high

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

You want to get high just off of lyrics? well, i'm right here

Touch downs so i said ok lets get rid of these clowns my friend tucker ended

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

I get real high, you don't gotta ask why it's kind of obvious so don't even try

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Declaration of war, lets get competitive if you think to me you're on par.