This is a song about "Weed clouds sky fly trap rap shootah bands glock faded crossed grave"

Could be just as fly as some of the big time rap guys

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

Up above, in the sky, might never know, we dont fly,

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

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

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Up an down like a yoyo, yayo on the rise, we deny the high make us fly in the sky

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

Spread our wings and fly up up to the sky

And i know that your supply

I rap into the sky

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Smoking weed and listening to rap