This is a song about "High for this"

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

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

Built on most high, because i'm a die reaching for that limelight/

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

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

I told her all about how we been living a lie

I'm stupid high but i still do this do or die,

Imma make this rap go high by magic

All you wanna do is get that stick

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

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

Why, why, this young little guy had to lose his mother back in junior high.

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

I heard this plane talk, got his head held high

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