This is a song about "Tu hi to hai"

Munchies, hi hutchies, eat lunchies, make countries,

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

They still don't speak to him, no of them try to say hi

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

Bitches is artificially duck

But instead of getting hi as fuck

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

You could've got off that high and by and say fucking hi,

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Saying 'hi' to someone in the streets only takes a shred of our effort

I can taste the salt from my tears

Hello, hi, good morning, brace yourself

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for