This is a song about "Flying bitches"

But he don't rule a thing

Nigga i'm got my blue flag flying

My rap style is kinda like flying kites,

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Flying right beside my eyes, got frequent flier miles

We will never die, we are forever alive

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

From my desire now look at the fuckin' irony

Flying through the streets at a high risk to society,

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

The truth's there like the bird i seen flying

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

But i am flying high

Damn is your mattress dry