This is a song about "Flying duchman"

Flying right beside my eyes, got frequent flier miles

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Dreaming of flying, light was seeping through the blinds

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Drink this , it keeps you flying

Makes me feel like im flying

Don't want to be the king

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

Flying first class on my airplane

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Flying through the streets at a high risk to society,

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

First i have potential, now i got them answers

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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