This is a song about "About to fly"

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

Denying to give a flying fuck, so i fly a truck

Cry, because inside, god didn't give them their wings to fly,

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

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

Then fly over to other side where gangstas ride

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

Just to help me survive, or to help me stay fly

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

I'm so fly no one to bite on but my self

I fly fuck a nine to five never wear a tie

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly

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

To go down the lowest lane, we'd never feel like we could fly,

In the sky, telling birds to move it when i fly past

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand