This is a song about "High for this"

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Everyone follow me in this bitch you wrote this high on weed

Imma make this rap go high by magic

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Til he started killing no more dealin too high for that now.

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

It's for the high crime rates for all that gang bang violence,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Who da fuck this guy, poppin while i'm this high

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

And normally, i'd try to end this fucked shit on a high.

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks