This is a song about "Being high"

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

Just like a priest whose preaching on high

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

This is my high rap, you cant even touch my high stacks.

The world stops revolving the gravity is high

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

One moment we'll be so high

That's the window into the sky

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

I’m being sarcastic,

Fuck being counterfeit

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

Live off my lie and my lullaby

Whilst in a school called junior high

On some real shit, fuck getting high

So y'all niggas can fly