This is a song about "Im high in marij"

Im taking off sky high on a rocket,

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

I'm in high rhymes schools your're in third

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Im sorry, i know you hate when im high

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Im in my house getting high as im writing this shit,

Sometimes i think, what i need

Im high as a bitch smokin weed

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

In one round, in one dab damn im high in the sky

*bleep* a creep in diguise cussin to the gods up high,

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry