This is a song about "Flying bitches"

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

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

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

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Pop-pop, hit a mini mug

I couldnt give a flying fuck

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Fire in my chest, from the sess, got me flying

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

I need a backyard full court size

Imagine flying through the skies

Flying through the streets at a high risk to society,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree