This is a song about "Flying and dunk"

Right flows down and they might go nice

Imagine flying through the skies

Flying around, wings flapping/

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing

But i am flying high

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Makes me feel like im flying

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

And flying first class the bong is what i want passed that aint a microphone

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home