This is a song about "The flying carpet"

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

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

Ties up her up to a pole and puts his knives up on the carpet,

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

The birds i knew flip birds

You are one in the flying herds

Im flying through the ground and im running through the sky

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

I came back, blood stains all over the carpet.

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

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

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

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

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

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

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard