This is a song about "Fly"

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

I'll meet you in the sky

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

Always fly dont matter the occasion

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

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

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

When rap comes up in public, i seem so fly

They fly, right beside my eyes

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Who's that looking so fly?

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high