This is a song about "Lifting"

It's moe, all i need is more chips

My success is lifting your eyelids/

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Sip your frickin' gin tonic, split your lifting lit spliff chronic,

That damier bag i bought her

Lifting the sinking pressure

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Lifting your bitch like blaine - what a shame she's an average jane

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,