This is a song about "Freestyle when im high"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Yeah, you all say damn 218s a fucked up guy, i say im sorry im so high,

Reptar and flipflops, im still high off that piece

Got tired of running from the police

Cause when i'm flying sky high,

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

Snap crackle ackle, im high on pot

He say, she say, oh my god

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

Bitch im gonna blow you sky high

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Im taking off sky high on a rocket,