This is a song about "So high"

In the lambo looking like a fly

Get you so high and give you a red eye

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

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

With sicker syllables that go so high and touch the fucking sky

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

I like to see where she been and i’ll be deep in her mind

As the alive die so the gods once high can be supervised,

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

She was my habit, made so high like acid

Flying so high, air traffic controllers giving teezy fines

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

So we stay away form the get you high trees.

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

I wonder why we take from our women

Getting so high take flight like a pigeon