This is a song about "Sky writing"

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

Astrology has obviously it's head in the sky,

The sky is looking bluer,

Or something that you paid for

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

Instead of writing a rap, writing an essay

The one trying to reach the sky

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

Thuggin' till the day i die

And shoot the fucking sky,

Blue smoke rings sail through the sky

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

I shine like something in the sky

Falling through the sky headfirst

But i murder him first