This is a song about "Fly nigga bob ross"

And in fact i can’t deny

Who's that looking so fly?

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

I think im rick ross cause i swear that ima boss and

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I'm gone stay fly, young k preying every name no nigga never fuckin die.

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Rage, pain, was blown away in the wind like bob dylan's,

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Ran right in ross, lookin' real prominent

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Don't ask me why

Step back and watch me fly