This is a song about "High tops"

And boppers hopping on the tops of cops 'cause i say so

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Black sneakers. black tops. talking smack while the smack drops

On some real shit, fuck getting high

Dreamin on a lullaby

You know every night i'm high

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

Sitting on the high tops sniping you targets,

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

In the lambo looking like a fly

Buy some french fries, then i get high

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Definitely melting your mind like melting pots i'm melting tops

The corn-tops ripe and the old breeze blowin',

The world should turn as soon as my records spin