This is a song about "The flying carpet"

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

We never can eat on the carpet

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Carcasses in carpet and drag em off to the market and sell em for charges

Flying but the violent vomit spitting scorches all the tongs

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet

I came back, blood stains all over the carpet.

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

The people saw the carpet bein' pulled out from beneath,

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

You are one in the flying herds

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

The way i flow shocks you like friction on a carpet