This is a song about "So high"

Kush is packed up bic in my pocket. im so high, oh so high, im a fly guy.

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

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

So while out here, at high class luncheons

So here i am at the store for some chips

Trying to get high so you are sniffing glue

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Flying so high, air traffic controllers giving teezy fines

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Life is the opposite of limbo, so get on your toes as high as you can go

Where ill get so fucking high damn

Still the man with the pan

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Yeah, you all say damn 218s a fucked up guy, i say im sorry im so high,