This is a song about "Reaching the skys"

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

Highest form of affection, physical connection

Built on most high, because i'm a die reaching for that limelight/

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Suffocated screams of mine that arent reaching ears,

You know when your transmission go out and can't switch gears

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Of errors, exact-o knife receptors reaching sectors

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Alcohol and booty calls

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Recently, in decency, i've been polite in reaching heights,