This is a song about "Flying around"

Cause when i'm flying sky high,

Why you call me back? don't lie

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme

Actions speak louder than words

You are one in the flying herds

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Pop it back stick it out

What goes around comes around

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Poop's flying on a route to your face,

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

Bitch i'ma flying eagle, munchin all the snakes