This is a song about "Flying in planes"

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

Yea, dc boy today i'm out the stadium with dollars

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

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

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

You stuck in coach while im flying, driving, in the cock pit,

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

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

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

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

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer