This is a song about "Too fly for you"

Heh, if the autotune's gone

My talents for far too long

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

When you need a minute all time does is fly

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

But its you that the one so please come back we can fly

Maybe too shy for the stage/

1-900-wale, nigga keep the change

So you finally got the nerve

Too good for them haters

What am i gettin too wordy for ye, is my shit too dirty for you,

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

Now you can be the shit or the irrelevant fly