This is a song about "Colorful sky and how it copes with your mood"

Look up the statistics, and then reflect your mood

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

And im rapping side to side with this comet in the sky

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

Thinking about how to do this and how not to lose it

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

And i'll put you in a mood or is it a state of

Could be applied to this shit

Hugged and said "how is it

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

My mood swings - "it rings or wings" or "silently settle in morose"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

It leaves your heart with contusions and racks your brain with delusions

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

Than your body decays and soul goes up in the sky