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

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

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

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Class is in session

Smoking weed with depression,

In one round, in one dab damn im high in the sky

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

Astrology has obviously it's head in the sky,

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

As i finish off the lye and reside in the sky

With that weed in the air

Dont tie your hair

Never had a chance to try

I shine like something in the sky