This is a song about "Floating on a cloud to the sky we go"

The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,

And we go to the church

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

With sicker syllables that go so high and touch the fucking sky

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

And the dro got me floating on the seven seas

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

We symbolize in surprise rapping in overdrive its our rise to the sky

Look at what i'm up against, scrutiny, criticism

On the cloud the cpu fan's not held on by gum

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Lift your arm up high to the sky

He rose high up in the sky, i gave the advise to hold back on the rhymes

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives