This is a song about "Flying pedophiles"

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Dreaming of flying, light was seeping through the blinds

Flying through the streets at a high risk to society,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Flying first class on my airplane

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

The truth's there like the bird i seen flying

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Get loose like a jew when i do rhyming