This is a song about "We re high and rapping"

You 're a gap and a bully so stop this folly

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Had to re align and not resign

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Got a flock full of dimes

High advice, we are in blight times

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,

Mathematic deconstruction systematic re-destruction yep, we back at it

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

But it thinks high and mighty

And more than likely

And winds up on my notepad as i re-write and refine it

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit