This is a song about "Way to high"

Yeah ain't that what the song say

Commanding things to be my way

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

His high is still really short to me

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

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

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly

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

His high is still really short to me

On they twitter writing novels, see

I want to live my way

So they taught me to spray

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

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

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

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