This is a song about "Flying bugs"

And my grandmother dying

Drink this , it keeps you flying

The time is now to chase after these lightning bugs/

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

The truth's there like the bird i seen flying

Eye of the tiger, no i'm never lying

Bun b, i’m underground king

Flying around, wings flapping/

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

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Hey your honor, is you kidding

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling