This is a song about "Sly cooper"

No more will we cry

With no wings, feeling sly

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

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

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

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

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

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

A sly incentive with crime intended

A soulfully sung session or a sly taunt

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Must be life. no greater feeling in the world

Cold-blooded, sly notoriety, being dishonored,