This is a song about "I was fly"

In every bird i see fly

Yeah, since i was a knee high

I’m saving major loot

I must go like fly route,

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Like a crimson tide i let the fury fly

A fly nigga, i keep having the gravity grievous

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

I said, catch me on fly like malaria

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily