This is a song about "Flying low"

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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Shout out bobby on hundreds

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Nigga i'm got my blue flag flying

Cause right now i got my little boy crying

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

I be, creeping lower than low

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

They lay log i lay low

It ain't nothing though