This is a song about "Floating"

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

Lies floating in my head/ all the lies that she force feed/

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

The beat floating on top of my mind like a cork on the sea,

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

But i'm just a talking head, a zombie floating

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

But i'm just a talking head, a zombie floating

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Ya freak, purely weak, choke artist ya can't speak, floating down shits creek

Floating, gloating, g.o.a.t.ing, in closing

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

Floating like a locust when i wrote this golden little memo

Now you can resti betcha never screamed a niggas whole name outand felt tha pleasure and tha pain

It would be a lie to say i would sigh actually i'd be floating sky high on a plane