This is a song about "Fly"

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

All you niggas die

Step back and watch me fly

In every bird i see fly

Live off my lie and my lullaby

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

I grab the eagles and make them birds fly

Handed him her money, – sniffed -, and now she was fly

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

Uh the realest niggas are so fly

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry