This is a song about "Being in the clouds"

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

But have u ever thort about being in the other position

Stand up high and reach the clouds

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

They wanna hold us back but we being in the scene

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

No need to smoke purp with her i am on the clouds

My soul flying to the clouds, but then i feel that doubt

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

Think of myself in third person and imagine being the simple onlooker.

Ripping holes in clouds as my altitude diminishes

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this