This is a song about "Flying mustard"

Bitch i'ma flying eagle, munchin all the snakes

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Makes me feel like im flying

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

When that thing gon fly

Cause when i'm flying sky high,

You are one in the flying herds

That try to chase these skirts

Just to see, these metaphors spread a course like mustard seeds

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

But i am flying high

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

Dreaming of flying, light was seeping through the blinds

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice