This is a song about "Being high"

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Now everybody put your hands up high

Buy some french fries, then i get high

Hear the rambling in the sky

One moment we'll be so high

I be ballin, they wonder why

Everybody ,your hands up high,

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

Aint that why we get high,

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Chill bro and enjoy your marijuana high

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Bitch im gonna blow you sky high

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

Foolish, i be on that new shit

I’m being sarcastic,