This is a song about "Sly"

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

With no wings, feeling sly

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

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

You in debt to the game success is expected

A sly incentive with crime intended

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

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

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

A soulfully sung session or a sly taunt

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

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Cold-blooded, sly notoriety, being dishonored,