This is a song about "Flying"

"flying mentally through a mystical jungle

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Drink this , it keeps you flying

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

I feel like i'm flying out of the atmosphere

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Bitch i'ma flying eagle, munchin all the snakes

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

My rap style is kinda like flying kites,