This is a song about "Flying foxes"

My rap style is kinda like flying kites,

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

That try to chase these skirts

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

Makes me feel like im flying

I'm doing the same thing

Flying around, wings flapping/

Nigga i'm got my blue flag flying

Frightening, so fucking frightening

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Bun b, i’m underground king

Hear the rambling in the sky

But i am flying high