This is a song about "Fly up"

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

When rap comes up in public, i seem so fly

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Kush is packed up bic in my pocket. im so high, oh so high, im a fly guy.

Why? cuz am so fly, so fly. i swear.

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

I must go like fly route,

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

I'm craving the feeling to jump and fly

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Why you call me back? don't lie

Step back and watch me fly

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

Now we making up like a bullshit lie