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

Flying so high, air traffic controllers giving teezy fines

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

I'm flying high causing tremors when i hit the pavement

Wanna spend it all on you

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

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

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

The sun rising while you moaning

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Now i cocking meth and killing cops