This is a song about "High on meth"

High as nasa on acid, acid tone

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

And use it all to get high on the medical herbs

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Whole team getting high moon walking on kites

Just like a priest whose preaching on high

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

All of this fuss for heisenberg's blue meth

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

Oh god honey i think he's high on that marijuana weed

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

But gettin high was the first thing on my schedule

Sitting on the high tops sniping you targets,

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings