This is a song about "Highs"

Didn't graduate from highs school from problems in my home,

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

Rub the wood and ima show em love

I despise the highs/don't use needles

Family all around, all highs no lows

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Family all around, all highs no lows

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Still experiencing them highs

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

Becoming someone you don't recognize

Weary kids paranoid cause we chose to share highs

And when i start to rise

Lets think about the highs

So while you worry about the hoes

There'll be highs and there'll be lows