This is a song about "Flew"

I called up my crew to the pad we flew

For a brick or two, really put an end to you

No flue but i just flew,

And while you doin you

But now the truth is not a secret, it just flew with the birds

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

We grew apart, you found out it was better if you flew.

And her soul flew down not up,

She said i'm ready to fuck

A bird swooped to the tree of truth, carried and flew,

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

We grew apart, you found out it was better if you flew.

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue