This is a song about "Bodies raining from the sky"

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

That reminds me of the bodies from them poplar trees,

Why you call me back? don't lie

And shoot the fucking sky,

Listening the claps from the sky, flowers are falling,

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

As she sees us from the sky high, through mom's eyes

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

They not the only names, that are falling from the sky

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

I'll rise from the grave with both hands raised to the sky,

Like i been, dropped and left behind falling from the sky miles high

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

Sun, wheres the sun? its been raining a while, i need this,