This is a song about "Flying squirrels"

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

"flying mentally through a mystical jungle

But i am flying high

Never had a chance to try

I couldnt give a flying fuck

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Flying right beside my eyes, got frequent flier miles

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Dreaming of flying, light was seeping through the blinds

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

I deserve cheers how i rap tour every year

I feel like i'm flying out of the atmosphere

That try to chase these skirts

You are one in the flying herds