This is a song about "Fresh fly nigga"

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

Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high

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

Mister spitting super fly at any nigga who deny

You should call me fresh stella

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

I'm fresh as fuck nigga

The science and the art, africa

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I'm gone stay fly, young k preying every name no nigga never fuckin die.

Step back and watch me fly

She gotta hold her head up high

So let the bullets fly......

Keep your heads up high