This is a song about "Good high"

Everybody ,your hands up high,

Tears that our fore fathers cry

Cause when i'm flying sky high,

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

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

Before i thought high was cool and got high at school

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

Just like a priest whose preaching on high

That's the window into the sky

Aint that why we get high,

No more will we cry

But i am flying high

This is my high rap, you cant even touch my high stacks.

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Buy some french fries, then i get high