This is a song about "The flying carpet"

The way i flow shocks you like friction on a carpet

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

You are one in the flying herds

Actions speak louder than words

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

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

Flying but the violent vomit spitting scorches all the tongs

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops