This is a song about "The flying carpet"

The way i flow shocks you like friction on a carpet

Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit

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

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Flying through the streets at a high risk to society,

I came back, blood stains all over the carpet.

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Flying but the violent vomit spitting scorches all the tongs

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

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

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