This is a song about "High tops"

I'll meet you in the sky

You know every night i'm high

Buy some french fries, then i get high

That's the window into the sky

I shine like something in the sky

Bitch im gonna blow you sky high

On some real shit, fuck getting high

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

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

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

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

Tears that our fore fathers cry

One moment we'll be so high