This is a song about "Fly girls"

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

They fly, right beside my eyes

'cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

This is the part where we run hip hop

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

Live off my lie and my lullaby

Part of me though, is searching for answers

I get jelous when your with other girls

I wonder why, i sit and cry

In every bird i see fly

Adabo to my haters

We should appreciate the girls

Let's enjoy our younger years

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

That's the window into the sky

Step back and watch me fly