This is a song about "Flying bitches"

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

Singing my life with his words

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Flying right beside my eyes, got frequent flier miles

Fuck with a smile single file she'll bust nuff styles

But i ain't listening

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

And this will be the song that we sing

Flying around, wings flapping/

I feel like i'm flying out of the atmosphere

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Inferior, but i'm nice

Imagine flying through the skies

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

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing