This is a song about "Being high"

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Chill bro and enjoy your marijuana high

Everybody ,your hands up high,

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

And i know that your supply

Buy some french fries, then i get high

Before i thought high was cool and got high at school

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

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Whilst in a school called junior high

You know every night i'm high

Live off my lie and my lullaby

I believed in a higher being.

Now this is what i call an evening