This is a song about "High for this"

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

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

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

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

I heard this plane talk, got his head held high

Imma make this rap go high by magic

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

I can't fuck a bitch this high

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

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

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

This a gift that was given from the man up high

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Finish high school, study for physics