This is a song about "Flying squirrels"

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

You are one in the flying herds

Singing my life with his words

Imagine flying through the skies

I'm everything that they call nice

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

I feel like i'm flying out of the atmosphere

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

Poop's flying on a route to your face,

In my mind is where i'm flying

And getting money is the song i sing

Be the king, that was part of my dream

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme

Flying through the streets at a high risk to society,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key