This is a song about "High off acetone"

See i'm fronting, get your food, keep on running

Some whore got high off a ses and choked, well that's stunning,

But i am flying high

Tears that our fore fathers cry

Aint that why we get high,

I'm the other guy

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Ill mindfuck you over with my rhyming mentality, high off x die with mortality,

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

About that nigga round the way, who's always high off a jay

Everybody ,your hands up high,

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

High off the dropkick guy you just a sidekick

With only two songs, look at what i did

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

Buy some french fries, then i get high