This is a song about "Fly up"

I like big butts and i cannot lie

Spread our wings and fly up up to the sky

Yeah, i'm caught up in this world like a fly in a web/

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

Drop 3 down and let it fly, oh let it fly, fly high

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

Uh the realest niggas are so fly

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

Bitch, you're a penguin, and penguins don't fly.

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

I must go like fly route,

Pockets probably like fried food

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

You know i want a piece of that pie