This is a song about "Gettin higher than a pilot"

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Higher than my absentee rate

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Rising higher than any mc

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

Steaks rare cooked on embraers, cap it off like a pilot

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

'cause my cerebrals are more of a higher plane than the hebrews

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

I'm flyer than a shoe i'm higher than a bundle keep ya