This is a song about "Head fly"

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

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

I put that nigga in his casket

All my women fly as shit,

For real, a nigga ill

Bangers fly like lotus fil

She gotta hold her head up high

Step back and watch me fly

Always fly dont matter the occasion

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

Look i'm fly, super saiyen high

Dump that bitch in the sly

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

Drop 3 down and let it fly, oh let it fly, fly high

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die