This is a song about "Looking fly"

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

In every bird i see fly

Looking through her soul looking really black

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Looking like osama,

They fly, right beside my eyes

I'm everything that they call nice

I must go like fly route,

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Looking for solvency

Cause time is money