This is a song about "Flying squirell"

Hit it til your make up missing

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

Makes me feel like im flying

Don't want to be the king

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

I'm flying big, my rhymes are going out of the park

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Fire in my chest, from the sess, got me flying

Im courtside, wizard game

Flying first class on my airplane

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Dreaming of flying, light was seeping through the blinds

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Bitch i'ma flying eagle, munchin all the snakes

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme