This is a song about "High shit"

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

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

On some real shit, fuck getting high

Tears that our fore fathers cry

You other brothers can’t deny

Lift your eyebrow up high

High off life and vicodin writing shit and reciting it,

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Buy some french fries, then i get high

I'ma go so hard on your head, you be feeling like you're high 'n' shit

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

Look i'm fly, super saiyen high

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Like tyler creator oh shit black momba's back lyrical insomniac flow is high