This is a song about "Still fly"

Handed him her money, – sniffed -, and now she was fly

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

In every bird i see fly

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

And hide, but he got knocked by the homicideand this happens everyday around my way

I'm more flyer than you like i came out of an airport, i still gotta another fly as pun to say

Now you can be the shit or the irrelevant fly

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

So let the bullets fly......

And now we high

My emotions came out expressly, shes so fly,

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

Bitch, you're a penguin, and penguins don't fly.

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/