This is a song about "Flying"

I feel like i'm flying out of the atmosphere

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

I'm the other guy

But i am flying high

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

"flying mentally through a mystical jungle

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Flying around, wings flapping/

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Flying right beside my eyes, got frequent flier miles

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Dreaming of flying, light was seeping through the blinds

Drink this , it keeps you flying

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Flying first class on my airplane

Ain't heard dc since sardines came