This is a song about "Flying low"

Drink this , it keeps you flying

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

Bitch i'ma flying eagle, munchin all the snakes

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme

Your developmental league don’t see a team

They setting the bar low,

I hit the studio

I'll teach you how to take it slow

They lay log i lay low

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

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

Tears that our fore fathers cry

But i am flying high