This is a song about "Being fly"

All my women fly as shit,

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

Birds fly, do they fly free, are they locked to the earth knowing why she

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

In every bird i see fly

I'm craving the feeling to jump and fly

That's the window into the sky

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

Uh the realest niggas are so fly

Look i'm fly, super saiyen high

I be ballin, they wonder why

Drop 3 down and let it fly, oh let it fly, fly high

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Lady at the frank stand will

Bangers fly like lotus fil