This is a song about "Sam being high"

I shine like something in the sky

Look i'm fly, super saiyen high

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

But being high only elucidates to me

Money ain't a thing

For going on being

This is my high rap, you cant even touch my high stacks.

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Just like a priest whose preaching on high

Dump that bitch in the sly

But i am flying high

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

And now that i’m getting money

How beautiful are thou, africa

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya