This is a song about "Sky being high"

With sicker syllables that go so high and touch the fucking sky

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

I wonder why, i sit and cry

I rap into the sky

Grab a rocket launcher and blow the cops sky high

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

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

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

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

I'm not flying sky high, i'm only four foot nine

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

He rose high up in the sky, i gave the advise to hold back on the rhymes

You don't have anything but your ego tossed sky high

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Rock an ap and a rolly, at the same damn time

High in the sky, i think i see cloud nine,