This is a song about "High tops"

But i am flying high

Hear the rambling in the sky

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Bitch im gonna blow you sky high

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

So y'all niggas can fly

Look i'm fly, super saiyen high

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

Tops until i pop a shot into your iq

Thuggin' till the day i die

One moment we'll be so high

Buy some french fries, then i get high

Now we making up like a bullshit lie