This is a song about "Flying bitches"

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Bun b, i’m underground king

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

Makes me feel like im flying

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Flying through the streets at a high risk to society,

All the time with this glock of mines

My rap style is kinda like flying kites,

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Flying right beside my eyes, got frequent flier miles

That try to chase these skirts

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Dreaming of flying, light was seeping through the blinds

Frightening, so fucking frightening

In my mind is where i'm flying