This is a song about "High schoolers"

But now i'm in high school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Buy some french fries, then i get high

And i know that your supply

One moment we'll be so high

No more will we cry

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Whilst in a school called junior high

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Everybody ,your hands up high,

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

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

Where did my time go? i let it fly

You know every night i'm high

I got that shit, that makes you high

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die