This is a song about "The flying carpet"

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

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

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

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

We never can eat on the carpet

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

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

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

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

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Im flying through the ground and im running through the sky

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

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

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

The way i flow shocks you like friction on a carpet