This is a song about "High wycombe"

Just like a priest whose preaching on high

So let me tell you about this guy

In the lambo looking like a fly

Buy some french fries, then i get high

Chill bro and enjoy your marijuana high

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Bitch im gonna blow you sky high

Thuggin' till the day i die

He struck gold, words an everlasting high

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Look i'm fly, super saiyen high

Tears that our fore fathers cry

High everyday my favorite color blue

He the rebel, i'm the daughter waitin' for you

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

All you can do is get high