This is a song about "Flying"

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Makes me feel like im flying

In my mind is where i'm flying

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

It'll last for all these crazy days

Poop's flying on a route to your face,

I was born to do the damn thing

Nigga i'm got my blue flag flying

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

And i can get em all without lots of effort

Imagine flying through the skies

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme