This is a song about "High for this"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Same customer...i hussle to live...i smoke to get by even tho i love this high..

Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches

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

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

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

Cause my standards are way to high for you to meet,

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

In high school i met this girl, she really changed my life

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

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

Good love then i can do that for her

Third eye high, this does not matter

That this shit i apply, proves that rap's demand is high/

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why