This is a song about "The flying carpet"

We never can eat on the carpet

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

I say i got it from grinding, perfect timing

The truth's there like the bird i seen flying

I'm flying off the handle like the slugger from a broken bat,

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

And when i start to rise

Imagine flying through the skies

I runaway with lights flying, waiting till day the nights dying

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

The way i flow shocks you like friction on a carpet

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames

Bitch i'ma flying eagle, munchin all the snakes