This is a song about "Flying squirell"

Aren't you somethin', an original

"flying mentally through a mystical jungle

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Nigga i'm got my blue flag flying

The birds i knew flip birds

You are one in the flying herds

Baby got that super bass

Poop's flying on a route to your face,

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

But he don't rule a thing

Flying around, wings flapping/

You know that love is a very serious thing

The truth's there like the bird i seen flying

I feel like i'm flying out of the atmosphere

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still