This is a song about "Sitting down the sky"

Blue smoke rings sail through the sky

So y'all niggas can fly

Sitting on the toilet thinking,

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Sitting down, thinking back, got myself mixed up

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

I'll rise from the grave with both hands raised to the sky,

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

I be ballin, they wonder why

Girl, let's send our stress to the sky

Than i look up at the sky

She gotta hold her head up high

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Up an down like a yoyo, yayo on the rise, we deny the high make us fly in the sky

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

They say that the skies the limit, i went through the sky.