This is a song about "High on wedd"

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

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

Sitting on the high tops sniping you targets,

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

I shine like something in the sky

Just like a priest whose preaching on high

On high gear, time's slowing, my eyes open, still right here

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

Whole team getting high moon walking on kites

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Built on most high, because i'm a die reaching for that limelight/

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

Spitting randomly high on pot

Put my trust in my god

The pressure's on, must be cause' of how high i rank/

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and