This is a song about "Higher clads"

You gotta rise above, gotta raise yourself higher

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

I now raisie the bar higher

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Im higher than obama flyin air force one

And get on down with this thc vision

You staying still, i'm always getting higher/

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Defiance to any higher presence,

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

I believed in a higher being.

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Obsessed to get it in my chest and get higher

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Migrating to a higher form of consequence compliments