This is a song about "Fuck u high as"

When that banga on ya head, and u high on the med

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

On some real shit, fuck getting high

These haters hope i hurry up and die

Wanna see you work your body

High as a satellite, see

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Six ladders stacked together's what my music is as high as

I can't fuck a bitch this high

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

And surely gonna fuck u... fuck u down deep

But on some real shit, fuck getting high

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

With ya chest held up high, you believed u did no wrong