This is a song about "Fly to atlanta"

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

I'm relaxin', puffin' lye, but i'll send you to the sky, fly yo

She wants to fly like a bee

Could i make you my baby

I'm craving the feeling to jump and fly

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

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

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

In the sky, telling birds to move it when i fly past

Denying to give a flying fuck, so i fly a truck

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

Now everybody put your hands up high