This is a song about "Skee hairline"

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Like an apple from a tree

I took my number, i waited in line

Cause, i need that one good time

But check out how i roll mine

Put 'em all in a line

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

I'm over the fact, that i'm not your cup of tea,

Thrown from a plane but it wasn't in brutality

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

My hypothesis is drawn fine line

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

Wrecking with ill skill,my rhymes are like diseases they slowly kill.

A line after line printed fluently, grammar stupidly, horrendous, still

I'm not too good at this, ill just smoke some tree

Girl i know you like that, you crazy