This is a song about "Higher clads"

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Run out as i watched him fly higher,

Higher than my absentee rate

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

J. cole's her ghost writer

No weed needed to get higher

Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

Gotta flame higher then a motherfucker

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Lookin' for the strains that'll just get me higher,

Obsessed to get it in my chest and get higher

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

You gotta rise above, gotta raise yourself higher

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

Im higher than obama flyin air force one

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune