This is a song about "I wana lift u higher"

Run out as i watched him fly higher,

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Got lebron entourages like maverick and richie paul

And u know my number just give it a call if u wana brawl

Prior to being a master liar, i was getting higher/

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

I see past there bullshit and there lies, plans bsckfires,im chilling with my manz getting higher

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Lift the flap, and u will find ur mind in a restricted path

As i spit the flame grows higher and higher,

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

The higher i got the nastier i thought

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

I aint scared to merk u