This is a song about "Sly"

A soulfully sung session or a sly taunt

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

With no wings, feeling sly

I'll meet you in the sky

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

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

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

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

Cold-blooded, sly notoriety, being dishonored,

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

A sly incentive with crime intended

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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