On the subject of how high, here's a little purple poetry....

I smoke all day, twelve fat blunts keep the doctor away---I'm gettin faded!
(I Get High--------------)
I can't stop smokin, can't stop chokin, can't stop lokin, can't stop pokin--
(I Get High----------------------)
It's like somethin special comes over me,
Mary Jane ain't never fucked over me,
my bottom bitch--she ALWAYS be in pocket
she the only bitch I kiss and I ain't NEVER gonna stop--
By the time you see me again I'll be dun smoked a forest-
Gettin pulled over by the cops thank God I just cleared up my warrants-
So nighty-nite--I'm drivin safe to destinations Earth to PoBoy
cause I'm higher than a fuckin space station---
Starvation, is motivation why we come so hard
but you gon feel us for you see us comin down ya boulevard,
we Hungry Hustlerz, back then a, nigga was broke
but now these bitches hang around us cause we puffin purple smoke
and we get high!!
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