This is a song about "Sly"

A soulfully sung session or a sly taunt

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

A sly incentive with crime intended

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

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

And i know that your supply

With no wings, feeling sly

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

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

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

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

Cold-blooded, sly notoriety, being dishonored,

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned