This is a song about "Potatoe flying round my room"

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Won't run out anytime soon

Then we kicked in my room

Floor seats at that wizards game

Flying first class on my airplane

My voice make her wet

Wrap my lasso round you neck,

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Plus i masturbated daily, so my arms were round.

My mind's in a coming time, my body's in this stuffy room

I'm feelin on that 'rillo till i'm level with the moon

We self-made but never is an i on the team

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme