This is a song about "Im high in marij"

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

I was once in the back now i kick it in the front, im so high, trynna roll my next blunt,

What do i really need

Im high as a bitch smokin weed

The thugs say i'm cool

But now i'm in high school

Im ultra high you cant even qualify oh brother,

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular

Whilst in a school called junior high

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

And im still mean rappin gets me high like a true fiend

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

Im sorry, i know you hate when im high