This is a song about "Sly foxing"

Cold-blooded, sly notoriety, being dishonored,

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

I be ballin, they wonder why

With no wings, feeling sly

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

A soulfully sung session or a sly taunt

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

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

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

A sly incentive with crime intended

If you want it, pursue it!we can handle the shit