This is a song about "We in a diff bracket"

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

Back in my days we rolled a dice and played board games

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Why are we immersed in a theory of heaven?

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Ends in a fuck to cover up the muck we stew up,

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Niggas talk with limited service

In this arena we in it's a tempermental heater

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

We split the ends in the middle with a bit of friends