This is a song about "Fly to atlanta"

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Birds fly, do they fly free, are they locked to the earth knowing why she

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

I murder emcees from cali to atlanta,

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

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

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

I'm so fly no one to bite on but my self

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

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

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

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

She wants to fly like a bee

Bait baby, wait baby