This is a song about "Flying bitches"

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

Dreaming of flying, light was seeping through the blinds

We hustle to survive

Imagine flying through the skies

Down in dallas at the all-star game

Flying first class on my airplane

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Singing my life with his words

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

I'm here, flying through bars like flappy bird/

Nigga i'm got my blue flag flying

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

I'm flying big, my rhymes are going out of the park

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years