This is a song about "Infinite on high"

Never mind the rumors baby this is me and you

When trippin' high on acid, this is my relapse part two,

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Im taking off sky high on a rocket,

Built on most high, because i'm a die reaching for that limelight/

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

It’s a quarter to imminent, ten minutes to infinite

Sippin on that high class bottle of that fine red wine

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time

Infinite run on sentence, the mic is my pendant bringing vengeance,

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings