This is a song about "My fly outfit"

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

At the salvation army tryin to salvage an outfit

So i might find when it's my time and my fly rhymes have a byline

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

I pick an outfit and walk down the stairs to the washroom

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Welcome to my brain, high enough to fly planes

All my women fly as shit,

Told you camp lo was my favorite

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Putting up with all the bullshit and putting on a good outfit

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

I wish i would start to fly, but i'm just forced to sigh as my life continues,