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

Preaching to the choir though

Okay bitch lets get this show

Motherfucker i'm spitting, its a whole new way of speaking.

I fly em, i’m outta reachcause denim is everything

Now all im tryna do is get food

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

Cuz if i get high of that trash im blastin brain cells and this ass is grass!!!

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Im speaking from the mind, speaking out of knowledge, breathing god's air im feeling alive

Bitch say im hot smoking on by the night nigga you ain't know about the life

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

Aint that why we get high,

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

So cmon girl lets get peachy

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three