This is a song about "Touching the sky"

And even though i try my best i'm never touching the bread,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Girl, let's send our stress to the sky

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Never had a chance to try

I know the whole world sky

I'll rise from the grave with both hands raised to the sky,

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

Being broke and it's a diddy ass world

Falling through the sky headfirst

That got your mother high

Lift your arm up high to the sky

Landed on my ass not even touching the ghosts skin

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

Astrology has obviously it's head in the sky,