This is a song about "Making fly choices"

So let the bullets fly......

Never had a chance to try

I wonder why, i sit and cry

In every bird i see fly

These new voices started making more than just a few choices

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

I can taste the salt from my tears

Making a difference,

Bitch, you're a penguin, and penguins don't fly.

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

Who's that looking so fly?

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

From voices of dead memories because of my bad choices.

As we lay their foundation with beneficial choices.

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places