This is a song about "Still high"

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

Reptar and flipflops, im still high off that piece

But until then i'm living the high life, still tryin to keep low

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

Ugh what the fuck am i talking about im high righ now, and i still rhyme fly,

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

I'm high,but i still can handle wheels

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

High as hell but still the master of the mic

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

On high gear, time's slowing, my eyes open, still right here

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Cause when i'm flying sky high,

Never had a chance to try

One moment we'll be so high