This is a song about "The flying carpet"

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Imagine flying through the skies

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

The way i flow shocks you like friction on a carpet

The way i flow shocks you like friction on a carpet

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

The day you're matchin me is when some flying pigs have departed

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Dreaming of flying, light was seeping through the blinds

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Im flying through the ground and im running through the sky

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

You stuck in coach while im flying, driving, in the cock pit,

Everybody finger point in your direction

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin