This is a song about "To high"

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

People always trying to get high

And losin all his money

His high is still really short to me

I always get high have tome to kill

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

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

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Lift your arm up high to the sky

Bring the battering ram where you live

Not about getting high, there is more to life

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

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

Dropped out of high school to be a dope head punk

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust