This is a song about "High priced"

Live off my lie and my lullaby

Bitch im gonna blow you sky high

On some real shit, fuck getting high

I'll meet you in the sky

You know i want a piece of that pie

Whilst in a school called junior high

I got that shit, that makes you high

Tears that our fore fathers cry

In the lambo looking like a fly

Just like a priest whose preaching on high

Before i thought high was cool and got high at school

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

He's paralyzed its no suprise his heartbeat is so low he's not gon' survive, his will is priced

The world stops revolving the gravity is high

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