This is a song about "Flying squirell"

Yeah, check the stats, my team winning

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Straight g thing, double m g thing

That's the window into the sky

Cause when i'm flying sky high,

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

And scott larock the super ho back in latin quarters

Never had a chance to try

But i am flying high

Bitch i'ma flying eagle, munchin all the snakes

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

My rap style is kinda like flying kites,

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes