Supa dupa FLYING

Check the sky, not a bird or a plane

In a nimbus cloud is where this Cali girl hangs

Weaving in and out of lanes, no traffic for me

Not a metaphor, I'm speaking actually

Strapped onto my back is a jetpack

Jets in my path like the Beatles saying get back

I am exactly 20 miles high in the air

You are down here, I am up there

Got a supersized smile on my countenance

Hot shit, stoners, you can roll an ounce to this

I'm bouncing all over the place like Pong

Head up to the heavens, ring the bell, "ding dong"

Sippin' on vanilla malts, chillin' as I regard the tectonic faults

Trace out the lines of the long Great Wall

Skinny-dip for a little bit at Niagara Falls

Zoom through the drive-through, hyperspeed

Like, "hi, can I please get a number three?"

Hamburger in my hand, cruise across the land

Add a W-O, and, homie, I am the man

You can't understand 'til you've done it

Revvin' up the engine sky high, then gun it

Stuntin' like my daddy in the trade wind flow

Yo, if the air was my bitch, I'd Superman that ho