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

Before i thought high was cool and got high at school

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

Lady g, willy b in time

Had to re align and not resign

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

And hope they like what you rapping,

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

Allegedly dead and rapping whiter/

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Rapping about champagne, and popping on the plane

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

And even as i re-read this i think i am crazy, but i'm not.

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock