This is a song about "Aeronautical engineering"

The engine in back of my car

Young money, d-town's all star

Rev my engine up yeezy passed you in your own lane

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

I'm building my name up, not building up cash

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

Cause my artillery shit will, have em stumped like a riddle

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Then we kicked in my room

Of course i have talent

And bijies like im out and

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

There's still room to progress,

From mechanic shop to full time, never took a vacation

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation