This is a song about "Whitney high"

Lift your eyebrow up high

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

I can't fuck a bitch this high

And in fact i can’t deny

On some real shit, fuck getting high

These haters hope i hurry up and die

Just to go to liv on a sunday

High like i defy gravity,

That new c-l fly

Aint that why we get high,

Then got myself high with

Get my taste from all of my bitches

High everyday my favorite color blue

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Everybody ,your hands up high,

Never had a chance to try