This is a song about "The flying carpet"

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

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

I'm flying big, my rhymes are going out of the park

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

Like a marker on carpet, you know that shit won't ever be the same.

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game

Im flying through the ground and im running through the sky

You just need to take me, i know you can fly

I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

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

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

I came back, blood stains all over the carpet.

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Fill the library of a college , flying my vision like a cockpit,