This is a song about "Flying ninja kick"

Bun b, i’m underground king

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

"flying mentally through a mystical jungle

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

Jump posing a kong-fu kick,

Killing these niggas off quick

Syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a ninja sword

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Eye of the tiger, no i'm never lying

In my mind is where i'm flying

Drink this , it keeps you flying

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Scissors, saws, razor sharp ninja sword, slice to dice and dash,

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash