This is a song about "Greeting high"

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

Chill bro and enjoy your marijuana high

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Before i thought high was cool and got high at school

High everyday my favorite color blue

Teenage parties, i recommend you

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly

He struck gold, words an everlasting high

Fuck you let me enjoy my high...

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

Yeah, since i was a knee high

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

Dreamin on a lullaby

Whilst in a school called junior high

Everybody ,your hands up high,

Tears that our fore fathers cry