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"

The cocky, liveliest for nobody, book so many bitches couldn't of been in cum laude

If you think i need to be overseas and take a vacation to trip abroad

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

Because all you expect us to do is smoke weed and do crack

That i will leave earth with her

No weed needed to get higher

Lemme roll dis weed up and take hit

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

I hate that you all sit and stare but none have the guts to get up and stand

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name