Remy Banks - 7th Heaven (Interlude). [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Knock knock open up
Yo there's too much fog I can't see much
I'm puffing on a joint that I rolled for this clutch situation
In LES thoughts racing, shit I'm paranoid
Thinking worst case scenarios while I'm trying to avoid one of my old flings
Cause I'm with my new thing
She asked "what's wrong?"
I said my mind's stressed and I'm tired of living headless
She understood, hailed a cab
She sucked me all the way until we hit our humble abode
No service on my cellular phone
Cause of the wing of the building we on
Shitty loft out in TriBeCa
Hit it in three positions, call that a trifecta
Rolled over to roll over another one
I like getting higher than the damn stratosphere for fun
Asthmatic nigga but I still got some iron lungs
Shorty said she want to know
What it was like to grow up in the borough
Where all the kings kept it thorough
I told her light this here
We used to hop on the E
Jamaica bound, last stop
Hit Gertz copped a fitted
Dip out to the collie block
Coliseum bottom floor, Benny that's my jeweler
Cash out on the chain, not a fan of Frank Mullers
Bathing Ape killer, my whole squad keep it realer
Niggas can't see it dog, out here wilding
(Niggas wilding)