This is a song about "I m on that"

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

All you niggas die

Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

They giving pounds and that before get the money

See 'n agree me on b. b. c or m. t. v.

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

They are still knocking on my door they wanting more, i`m about to got insane

But nigga don’t ride my dick when i’m on that high rise

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice