This is a song about "Fresh fly nigga"

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.

I be ballin, they wonder why

Name one nigga fly as this stand up guy

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

In every bird i see fly

You should call me fresh stella

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

A fly nigga, i keep having the gravity grievous

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

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

Spending her time with him i guess

I start everyday as a fresh