This is a song about "High tops"

Everything about me tops all of them

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

Buy some french fries, then i get high

In the lambo looking like a fly

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Sitting on the high tops sniping you targets,

We clouds from a spliff, touting and spouting quips off the bare tops

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

Tops until i pop a shot into your iq

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Hear the rambling in the sky

You know every night i'm high

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

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Blood stainin black and white tops

And i'm still hurtin over pops