This is a song about "Smoking weed in the sky"

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Smoking weed hazy still crazy but gain a kg in the summer

You're uncool like my mother kin

Smoking the best weed in berlin

Fake lives..smoking all these weed in the milligram

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

Might as well prepare

With that weed in the air

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

You cant stop me im too high in the sky

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

A sniper-rifleman , 2 shots your in the sky,

Smoking kalifa , my weed the best

See i can only love you when you undressed