This is a song about "Sky writing"

This aint no fake shit that i'm writing

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

And i know that your supply

Im screaming to the fucking sky

And shoot the fucking sky,

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

I mean the game been dry

Blue smoke rings sail through the sky

When pac get high

I know the whole world sky

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

The poor little words ya jotting 'n writing.

Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day

Instead of writing a rap, writing an essay

Three j's took me this high

Than i look up at the sky