This is a song about "High for this"

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

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

For he can bring his votes to high counts.

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

Frozen in dismay, set upon sticks high, bloodied just for show.

This high i can't overcome

Miami nights, ain't another one

Quit playin games gurl you got my head spinnin round

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

Let me drug you up and put different things in you

When trippin' high on acid, this is my relapse part two,

Rather live alone forever than live a lie

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

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

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