This is a song about "Fly"

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

Handed him her money, – sniffed -, and now she was fly

They fly, right beside my eyes

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

I like big butts and i cannot lie

When you need a minute all time does is fly

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

When rap comes up in public, i seem so fly

So i banged for a minute

All my women fly as shit,

That's the window into the sky

So let the bullets fly......

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

This power, superwoman, in da sky, im feelin fly

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply