This is a song about "Sly"

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,

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

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

Cold-blooded, sly notoriety, being dishonored,

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

With no wings, feeling sly

I mean the game been dry

We never tattle, let god handle that

A sly incentive with crime intended

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

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

A soulfully sung session or a sly taunt