This is a song about "Flying chimpanzee"

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Flying first class on my airplane

I have your hearts as if i stabbed it with a spear

I feel like i'm flying out of the atmosphere

Nigga i'm got my blue flag flying

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

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

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Flying around, wings flapping/