This is a song about "Flying machine"

Spitting bars like a technical machine

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Imagine flying through the skies

Sky high, iced out paradise

Your developmental league don’t see a team

And college is a scheme, a cog in the machine

Flying around, wings flapping/

I'm the sushi king

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Wish i had a time machine

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Nigga i'm got my blue flag flying

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Drink this , it keeps you flying

And this will be the song that we sing