This is a song about "Try and high"

I’m tryna be low key

But it thinks high and mighty

Given i should probably try to sit and lie to climb up high to a mind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Dough ain't nothing to joke about, she open up when that dough come out

I try and try and try but always fail to get away, from my storm cloud.

Before i thought high was cool and got high at school

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

And you can't be high as me

Wanna see you work your body

Stand up high and reach the clouds

Yo we get the dank and bounce

I get real high, you don't gotta ask why it's kind of obvious so don't even try

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

Chill bro and enjoy your marijuana high

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