This is a song about "Whitney high"

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Everybody ,your hands up high,

So y'all niggas can fly

Bitch im gonna blow you sky high

Aint that why we get high,

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Thuggin' till the day i die

I can't fuck a bitch this high

But it thinks high and mighty

But make sure if they do see

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Then get high, maybe digest

So i hate when niggas make fun cuz i don't do britney or whitney.

Popping something thats forbidden and every single fifty

High everyday my favorite color blue

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you