This is a song about "High flyers"

People always trying to get high

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Bitch im gonna blow you sky high

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

The world stops revolving the gravity is high

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

Now everybody put your hands up high

But she forgot about the golden rule

Before i thought high was cool and got high at school

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

I got that shit, that makes you high

High everyday my favorite color blue

I gotta tell you that my love is true

Tears that our fore fathers cry

Yeah, since i was a knee high