This is a song about "High way"

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

About that nigga round the way, who's always high off a jay

Now everybody put your hands up high

I wonder why, i sit and cry

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

If there's a god way up high nobody's showin' me where,

That's the window into the sky

People always trying to get high

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

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

I got that shit, that makes you high

I shine like something in the sky

Buy some french fries, then i get high

So y'all niggas can fly

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Look i'm fly, super saiyen high