This is a song about "What if you started to trip all hopped up on pills and shit take another hit of that dank ass weed and feeling is all we need to feed our desire an get a little higher"

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

All you need is a little spark to make your mark

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Lemme roll dis weed up and take hit

Of weed, then i'm a have to greed. proceed to the next stage and a feed a seed

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

That fire flow the finest women i adore

Trip to croatia and it's all paid for,

We need to find our fears step on up and then just face em

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

If you lose yourself, that is all you need to ridicule