This is a song about "Flying squirell"

The truth's there like the bird i seen flying

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Flying through the streets at a high risk to society,

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

My rap style is kinda like flying kites,

Bitch i'ma flying eagle, munchin all the snakes

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I'm doing the same thing

Flying around, wings flapping/