This is a song about "A point in a coordinate plane and perpendicular lines"

And the v12, that's on various trips

Microphone is a plane,mcs are pilots

Opera man, you must be a phantom, 'cause i can't find any talent in your lines.

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

I'm in a supersonic fighter plane as a gunner/

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

At this point there's a hole in my heart like a bagel

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

'cause my cerebrals are more of a higher plane than the hebrews

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Believing the screens or anything there

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

I spit a few lines and i send em back home

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Judging my mentality. look up in the sky is it a bird is it a plane?