This is a song about "Fly"

Goddamn, the boy's back

Fly bitch gang we did that

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

Just to help me survive, or to help me stay fly

We was high school peers, in junior high

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Uh the realest niggas are so fly

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

Pockets probably like fried food

I must go like fly route,

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

Now you can be the shit or the irrelevant fly

I'm craving the feeling to jump and fly

I be ballin, they wonder why

I grab the eagles and make them birds fly

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die