This is a song about "Flying bitches"

But he don't rule a thing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Imagine flying through the skies

Drink this , it keeps you flying

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Flying through the streets at a high risk to society,

Poop's flying on a route to your face,

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

The truth's there like the bird i seen flying

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring