This is a song about "Flying mustard"

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Flying right beside my eyes, got frequent flier miles

Flying first class on my airplane

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Drink this , it keeps you flying

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

He eats rows of em with mustard

Flying around, wings flapping/

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

And in fact i can’t deny

But i am flying high

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

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring