This is a song about "Flying duchman"

Flying right beside my eyes, got frequent flier miles

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Dreaming of flying, light was seeping through the blinds

And getting money is the song i sing

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

Flying around, wings flapping/

Let my angel sing

That try to chase these skirts

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

I chill now...cop a little ice later

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

Flying through the streets at a high risk to society,

If we thinking success is only measured by your money