This is a song about "Still me"

His high is still really short to me

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

But she gon' throw it back like a quarterback option

Pigs calling me disrespectful cus im still yawning

Plottin' don’t even worry

I am still here but they still doubt me

Laser point like obi, get paid you still owe me.

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

But god is still close to me, and i'm still liberal socially,

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

I'm still holding in the tears for u and me

We got money to go get baby

Im still sick enough aids dont wanna catch me