This is a song about "Reaching the skys"

That's why im reaching out and telling im gone soon

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

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

Having anger towards everyone reaching success so if got

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Groping reaching for a grasp of air to fill me full of something/

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

That's why i always think i'm kicking something with feeling

By judgmental human beings, constantly reaching,

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,