This is a song about "Strung out"

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Escape this face it you to dumb this lyrical labrynth got you strung

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

Jumpin out the gym, jumping out the gym

Man nobody out here's got it figured out

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

But the truth always comes out

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

So i ain't giving a fuck

Your bitch like to suck a nigga up until she choke

This music's dying with it's head strung up in a tightened rope,

So we.agreed.to blow that shit out

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Baby heading down a cloud

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,