This is a song about "Way to high"

I want to live my way

I've got so much to say

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

Another year has gone away to make way for a new way,

Another year has gone away to make way for a new way,

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

Just pray fora way to

You good man, we don't want you

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

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

*bleep* a creep in diguise cussin to the gods up high,