This is a song about "A fly"

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Third eye fly away on a broom

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

You a grounded airplane me, im fly like a jet

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Damn i'm fly, i don't need a pair of shoes

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

I'll throw you out the window so fly like a falcon

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

She wants to fly like a bee