This is a song about "Blow my high"

Thuggin' till the day i die

Heard my voice just thought i was that high

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I gotta' aim high, that's my ability,

Not hungry for my poetry

Got high and my brain got mushy...

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

High everyday my favorite color blue

These haters hope i hurry up and die

I've got a vocation to find my next high

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Grab a rocket launcher and blow the cops sky high

I be ballin, they wonder why

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

She can blow my mind awe shit

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit