This is a song about "Sly"

And my momma keep smoking that shit

A sly incentive with crime intended

A soulfully sung session or a sly taunt

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high

I'm a sly spy thigh high in flow that is so nice oh my

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

When i try and act sly, i get put in correctional facilities,

With no wings, feeling sly

Why you call me back? don't lie

Cold-blooded, sly notoriety, being dishonored,

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Anger on your sly shit face spray that shit with mace throw you in your case this

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages