This is a song about "Whitney high"

Then get high, maybe digest

Now move a little bit to the left

Everybody ,your hands up high,

You know i want a piece of that pie

If i suck titties and do lines with dead whitney!

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

High everyday my favorite color blue

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

I told her all about how we been living a lie

The world stops revolving the gravity is high

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

I got that shit, that makes you high

One moment we'll be so high

God damn it, i'm one hell of a guy

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

People always trying to get high