This is a song about "Flying squirrels"

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Poop's flying on a route to your face,

Bun b, i’m underground king

Nigga i'm got my blue flag flying

Dreaming of flying, light was seeping through the blinds

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Drink this , it keeps you flying

And my only fear's a wedding ring

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

The truth's there like the bird i seen flying

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

Flying first class on my airplane

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

I feel like i'm flying out of the atmosphere