This is a song about "High way"

The world stops revolving the gravity is high

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

Aint that why we get high,

Just like a priest whose preaching on high

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

Now everybody put your hands up high

I shine like something in the sky

You know every night i'm high

Cause my standards are way to high for you to meet,

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

Time in high school passes way more fast than you expect yo

You other brothers can’t deny

I can't fuck a bitch this high