This is a song about "You know how i m rocking keep kush i m my pocket all"

We was high school peers, in junior high

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

And i feared that my fans say i failed

They are still knocking on my door they wanting more, i`m about to got insane

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

I can do better without you

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

The science and the art, africa

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser