This is a song about "Blow my high"

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

I'm a brute, your sister blow my flute,

You'll never reach my placement, too high up

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

Getting so high, say my name's peaks pike

I've got a vocation to find my next high

Revelations say you either fry or fly

Try to hold my pencil and it'll make your wrist blow,

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

We was high school peers, in junior high

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Keep on blowing doja, never blow my composure

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Don't blow my high, don't look at me or ask why

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high