This is a song about "Flying mustard"

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

Lust will have you slipping

Flying first class on my airplane

My buzz is like cocaine

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

Why not me the same thing

Flying around, wings flapping/

Makes me feel like im flying

And i'm still climbing

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme