This is a song about "Fly with your earlobes"

Pushin beam-o's then parlay in reno with two fly latinos

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

I'm craving the feeling to jump and fly

Who's that looking so fly?

I wonder why, i sit and cry

I rather give you my last to see you live again

And that you fly with the flock and that you stick to the grain

Your words are tight, not gonna lie, so fly they touch the sky,

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy