This is a song about "Me being high"

Don't blow my high, don't look at me or ask why

In the lambo looking like a fly

But being high only elucidates to me

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Bitch, they call it motor city

His high is still really short to me

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

See originally i was free before being cool was just being me

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Who'd predict shed come to me? make me feel so high,

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Guess i cant be me or not being me

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

I gotta tell you it just aint easy being me,

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Without being able to see the beauty, that's flashing by around me,