This is a song about "Weed getting high weezy long"

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Oh god honey i think he's high on that marijuana weed

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Everyone follow me in this bitch you wrote this high on weed

Getting so high take flight like a pigeon

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Everyone says, i'm getting down to long, everyone says,

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

To this corner office is so enormous

Smoking weed, getting head in the oval office

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

Not about getting high, there is more to life

Think its bout time to get my lungs scanned, so i plan in getting in a high command

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

I'ld probably buy an #ounce of #weed and get #high for a #week