This is a song about "High for this"

That's the window into the sky

I can't fuck a bitch this high

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

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

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

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

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

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

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

The sun was high i went for a walk

A bitch ain't nothin' but a dog

But i apologize for not walking you around

I'm piling up these letters too high for me to count

For he can bring his votes to high counts.

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house