This is a song about "Souls that fly"

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

Fly as a wright brother, i guess that mean you wrong

And that you fly with the flock and that you stick to the grain

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

And these shape-shifting hoes

Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.

On my way home i punched a bitch for an umbrella

Souls sold to men that are robed in magenta,

That they've sold their souls* to satan

Something wicked this way come

If you think that you can fly solo

I’m in so take a photo

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Step back and watch me fly

And a flow like a butter fly that stings like a bee

If we thinking success is only measured by your money