This is a song about "To high"

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Cause my standards are way to high for you to meet,

I'm everything that they call nice

Puffing trees to get me high as trapeze

Welcome to my brain, high enough to fly planes

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Randyrhino you claim to be king sitting high and mighty

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

*bleep* a creep in diguise cussin to the gods up high,

Not about getting high, there is more to life

Call the network dipset family ties

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

Same customer...i hussle to live...i smoke to get by even tho i love this high..

He uses anything he can find to get high

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply