This is a song about "Reaching for the sky"

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

Reaching the top i lay my hand on the gate.

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

For me the sky was never the limit nor the height

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

Reaching for the golden throne that hip-hop died in/

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

Look it something they can't ever see

In the lambo looking like a fly

The one trying to reach the sky

5s be raining from the sky

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

Astrology has obviously it's head in the sky,

You the man, fame, here's my man cane, reaching for something

Good evening, uhm, everybody listening