This is a song about "Being high"

Damn is your mattress dry

You know every night i'm high

Aint that why we get high,

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Fuck being counterfeit

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Before i thought high was cool and got high at school

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

Everybody ,your hands up high,

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Now everybody put your hands up high

The world stops revolving the gravity is high

Revelations say you either fry or fly

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

I’m being sarcastic,