This is a song about "Flying"

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Bitch i'ma flying eagle, munchin all the snakes

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

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

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Makes me feel like im flying

Flying first class on my airplane

My buzz is like cocaine

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Driving my car to a foreign place

Poop's flying on a route to your face,