This is a song about "Learning to fly"

Spread our wings and fly up up to the sky

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

I'm longer than em: i ain't talking no rockin republic

Denying to give a flying fuck, so i fly a truck

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

I am just learning to turn these words three

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

Never expected to stumble but was learning from the struggle

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Cry, because inside, god didn't give them their wings to fly,

I’m tryna be low key

She wants to fly like a bee

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

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry