This is a song about "Flying in planes"

I said the skiy is the limit? shit im flying up in it

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

I love the way you're standing

Flying around, wings flapping/

In my drawsring, ring, ring

In my mind is where i'm flying

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

You are one in the flying herds

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

And getting money is the song i sing

Drink this , it keeps you flying

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Or when flying down a panel in some hi-top jays

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Rhymes coming faster than planes/smashing ur brains