This is a song about "To high"

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

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

Lift your arm up high to the sky

I be ballin, they wonder why

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye

Randyrhino you claim to be king sitting high and mighty

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I'm gon remember her, but still

I always get high have tome to kill

Get 420 to rhyme wicked lines while he's at home getting high

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

But he was too drunk and high to even care,