This is a song about "Infinite on high"

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

And normally, i'd try to end this fucked shit on a high.

And there's little to be glad for

High is amazing, cops knock on the the door

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Just like a priest whose preaching on high

Sippin on that high class bottle of that fine red wine

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip

Didn't understand it then, that life ain't infinite

So take the stage just show me what you got

Spitting randomly high on pot

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Snap crackle ackle, im high on pot