This is a song about "A fly"

Hot as some sriracha, you're fly as a peacock

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

City on my hat, so fly they need a charter

You know i want a piece of that pie

Like a crimson tide i let the fury fly

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more

Catch me on fly like a regular

He a message, i'm the runner