This is a song about "Flying hunters"

Lust will have you slipping

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

Stay in your lane getting roaches, yeilding to hunters, "saying lemme poach this."

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Flying right beside my eyes, got frequent flier miles

You see my lifestyle’s been nothing but lifestyles

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

And scott larock the super ho back in latin quarters

Hungry hunters gaming fox, bruce banner flavored pot

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

Cause when i'm flying sky high,

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

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