This is a song about "Higher elevation"

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

My medication, has got me on a elevation

Stick with the sin never go higher

And that i spent the night with her

You gotta rise above, gotta raise yourself higher

Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer

I’m young and wild and i charm our old mother

Gotta flame higher then a motherfucker

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

I keeping asking me will there be any rap in the elevation of the generation

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Let the sticky stuff take you even higher

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter

No weed needed to get higher