This is a song about "Staying fly"

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

You other brothers can’t deny

Who's that looking so fly?

And i know that your supply

Uh the realest niggas are so fly

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Full of myself, but staying on my own shelf

We still staying laying lines with sore throats

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Keep moving they staying in past tense

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

So let the bullets fly......

I wonder why, i sit and cry