This is a song about "Smoking meth and flying high"

I'm not flying sky high, i'm only four foot nine

But the same deposition take it every time

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

You wouldn't be as high smoking crack rocks in a blackhawk,

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Cause i'm flying high, you can find me in the sky/

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Yo we're goin' back with forth with the flow like red and meth,

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

They don't know about the meth, and the smack and the dope,

And in fact i can’t deny

Cause when i'm flying sky high,