This is a song about "Flying mustard"

Right flows down and they might go nice

Imagine flying through the skies

But he don't rule a thing

Drink this , it keeps you flying

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

"flying mentally through a mystical jungle

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Poop's flying on a route to your face,

You are one in the flying herds

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

In my mind is where i'm flying

I was born to do the damn thing

Flying right beside my eyes, got frequent flier miles

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Cause when i'm flying sky high,

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why