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

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Rapping the old way i wish we could

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

I start over, and re-write my rappin urges, but they still treat it like a shit//

Chill bro and enjoy your marijuana high

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

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

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

Before i thought high was cool and got high at school

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool