This is a song about "Fresh fly nigga"

I said im fly to death, buried fresh, j's all in my casket

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

No more will we cry

So let the bullets fly......

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

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

These haters hope i hurry up and die

Yeah, one time for the

I'm fresh as fuck nigga

I start everyday as a fresh

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Enouph i still feel fresh

Yes sir, please confess