This is a song about "Flying free"

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Preferably judge free?

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Poop's flying on a route to your face,

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Shout out bobby on hundreds

...can i break free? trapped in my sins, can i break free?

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Makes me feel like im flying

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

Get loose like a jew when i do rhyming

Drink this , it keeps you flying

But he don't rule a thing

Nigga i'm got my blue flag flying