This is a song about "Higher self"

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Higher than my absentee rate

Cause i can't seem to hear myself

Texting my mama current self

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

You gotta rise above, gotta raise yourself higher

Your on a level but i spit higher,

Listen to every word that i slur

Quick to grab the fifth and just fire

And we'd be gettin higher

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Call yourself a self made millionaire

Defiance to any higher presence,

So i guess that's where i hide my things