This is a song about "The flying carpet"

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

The way i flow shocks you like friction on a carpet

I came back, blood stains all over the carpet.

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

I'm flying high causing tremors when i hit the pavement

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

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

Flying through the streets at a high risk to society,

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

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

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Carcasses in carpet and drag em off to the market and sell em for charges

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

I runaway with lights flying, waiting till day the nights dying