This is a song about "Fly to atlanta"

I told her all about how we been living a lie

I fly fuck a nine to five never wear a tie

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

Cry, because inside, god didn't give them their wings to fly,

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Just to help me survive, or to help me stay fly

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

To go down the lowest lane, we'd never feel like we could fly,

Spread our wings and fly up up to the sky

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

About new orleans, atlanta, miami, or the birmingham,

There’s people in the atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore