This is a song about "Flying squirrels"

Dreaming of flying, light was seeping through the blinds

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

There'd still be niggas out killing

Drink this , it keeps you flying

You can't unwind it. rising and climbing

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

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

But i am flying high

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Flying through the streets at a high risk to society,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see