This is a song about "We fly"

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

We fly high perfect 10 you know i stick the landing

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

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

Drop 3 down and let it fly, oh let it fly, fly high

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

I'm craving the feeling to jump and fly

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

Flo bots got fly like we rebirthed from shit and this is all i know

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

To go down the lowest lane, we'd never feel like we could fly,

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

I like big butts and i cannot lie