This is a song about "Way to high"

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

I've got a vocation to find my next high

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

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

About that nigga round the way, who's always high off a jay

But i ain't get to see you today

Trying to live life the best way

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

And normally, i'd try to end this fucked shit on a high.

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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

Time in high school passes way more fast than you expect yo

Poppa took the television, but left the radio