This is a song about "Fly shit"

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

Knife em no lifer you a triffler i am out tell em sumping they know nothin about

With the shit we say we tryna fly away stuck in this world but will we make it out

In every bird i see fly

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

Can't win with a passive attack

Fly bitch gang we did that

I'm craving the feeling to jump and fly

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

'cuz i'm fly. everybody looking when i'm on that suit and tie shit.

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Fuck this shit its scary its time to go fly, guy

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Now you can be the shit or the irrelevant fly