This is a song about "They hating on me because am too fly"

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

Or better yet, catch me on fly and et cetera, et cetera

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

So if you hating on me shut the fuck up.

No one can hear me yelp, hear me hating on myself

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Everyone looks at me and laughs because i am a prep

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

Catch me on fly like a regular

And while i’m in your mother

I’m a hustla, baby

Too fast , they never get me

Catch me on fly like an air craft carrier

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

When i'm low, she take me high

Step back and watch me fly