This is a song about "To high"

Because attention to detail isn't as high to often even think twice

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Not about getting high, there is more to life

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die

He sighed, then started to cry, his voice got kinda high.

Welcome to my brain, high enough to fly planes

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Randyrhino you claim to be king sitting high and mighty

Be careful, they want us to stay drunk and high!

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Puffing trees to get me high as trapeze