This is a song about "High tops"

Tops until i pop a shot into your iq

There's nothing man made than can make it just you

Chill bro and enjoy your marijuana high

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Blood stainin black and white tops

All you niggas die

One moment we'll be so high

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

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

Everybody ,your hands up high,

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Look i'm fly, super saiyen high

But i am flying high

That's the window into the sky