This is a song about "Betting high"

High everyday my favorite color blue

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

All you can do is get high

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

No more will we cry

But i am flying high

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

But on some real shit, fuck getting high

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

Bitch im gonna blow you sky high

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

The world stops revolving the gravity is high

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

All personas aside, fuck oklahoma, i'm high.

Revelations say you either fry or fly

Just like a priest whose preaching on high