This is a song about "U make want to fly"

Cause all deeze freeky hoz want you to make them mothers,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

That make me want to swear

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

Ill minded disguise of feelins put into words but what u spit mke me want to hural but

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

They make me want to break my neck, all those bones.

Now u want me no more

You see i gotta go to war

But anyway i want to make sure that i have to calibrate with an orange

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

Don't want to anger her, or make her irked

Lexxie want me to eat her cause it happy hour, applebee's, u shower,

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her