This is a song about "Flying squirrels"

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

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

In my drawsring, ring, ring

In my mind is where i'm flying

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

But he don't rule a thing

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Flying right beside my eyes, got frequent flier miles

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Drink this , it keeps you flying

Cause right now i got my little boy crying

The truth's there like the bird i seen flying

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing