This is a song about "Learning to fly"

Where we spent days learning to spell dog

I smoke and let the tree talk

I am just learning to turn these words three

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

I'm craving the feeling to jump and fly

I be ballin, they wonder why

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

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

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

Spread our wings and fly up up to the sky

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks