This is a song about "Flying mustard"

Dreaming of flying, light was seeping through the blinds

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

Yeah, check the stats, my team winning

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Flying around, wings flapping/

Imagine flying through the skies

We hustle to survive

Drink this , it keeps you flying

Bun b, i’m underground king

The truth's there like the bird i seen flying

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