This is a song about "Sky writing"

Girl, let's send our stress to the sky

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

I sit back and peer threw the sky 

The poor little words ya jotting 'n writing.

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

But instead you've put anger into writing

On occasion, the place gets exciting and inviting

This aint no fake shit that i'm writing

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

They just wanna get high as a sky

Now everybody put your hands up high

I be ballin, they wonder why

Now i'm falling from the sky

The one trying to reach the sky

We was high school peers, in junior high