This is a song about "Flying"

It's a fools fatewithout your word

I'm here, flying through bars like flappy bird/

Don't want to be the king

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

Flying right beside my eyes, got frequent flier miles

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Don't ask me why

But i am flying high

In my mind is where i'm flying

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Imagine flying through the skies

Dreaming of flying, light was seeping through the blinds

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Bitch i'ma flying eagle, munchin all the snakes