This is a song about "Flying bitches"

I couldnt give a flying fuck

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Poop's flying on a route to your face,

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Oh how i hated everyone therethe baby lie here dying

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

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Damn is your mattress dry

But i am flying high

Flying around, wings flapping/

I'm the sushi king