This is a song about "Flying foxes"

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

The truth's there like the bird i seen flying

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

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

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Dreaming of flying, light was seeping through the blinds

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

I feel like i'm flying out of the atmosphere

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

Drink this , it keeps you flying