This is a song about "Fly fishing"

Over me the same peeps that have died

My plans laid just right, fishing in the moonlight

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

Damn is your mattress dry

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

Uh the realest niggas are so fly

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

Always fly dont matter the occasion

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

I'm craving the feeling to jump and fly

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

I wonder why, i sit and cry

I grab the eagles and make them birds fly