This is a song about "Flying"

You are one in the flying herds

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Nigga i'm got my blue flag flying

Flying right beside my eyes, got frequent flier miles

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

But i am flying high

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

My rap style is kinda like flying kites,

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

From my desire now look at the fuckin' irony

Flying through the streets at a high risk to society,

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Makes me feel like im flying