This is a song about "Flying in planes"

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

But i am flying high

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Mind in a daze, watchin' the planes

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Planes packed with blow im piloting

This is hiii-power since the eddie bauer, i’ve been popular

A day like any other, flying a kite in the back with her brother

Drink this , it keeps you flying

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

So motherfucka don't appear when the money's homelil' homie done grew into a big dog

But in that that rapper illness i was not in a flying flock but i was a survivor hawk