This is a song about "The flying carpet"

Started flying off the handle, call me mr sheen

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

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

Dreaming of flying, light was seeping through the blinds

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

I came back, blood stains all over the carpet.

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip

The whole house is burned down from the roof to the carpet

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

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

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

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

I feel like i'm flying out of the atmosphere

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear