This is a song about "We are gonna fly"

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Cuz we, are just gonna be, enemies

Fly bitch gang we did that

Quick flipping up sexy back

One day you're words are gonna turn fatal

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

What we gonna do if we dont like it

You, you, you have to pay for that

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

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

To imply your rhymes are fly is a pathological lie

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

All your verses are perjury, how are you gonna murder me?

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Are gonna help me get ahead