This is a song about "Fi"

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

Like marines, forever "semper fi", when the temper's high,

These rhymes are coming to me like the reception of wi-fi,

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

These rhymes are coming to me like the reception of wi-fi,