This is a song about "Aeronautical engineering"

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Unassertive pussies cant keep work

There's still room to progress,

And i'm a just take another guess

Everyone who know me call me fucking genius

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Step back to the dressing room

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

Monday in my room again

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

It would murder the electronics

Malcolm x, by any means

Spendin money on machines,

I'm inhuman, i work differently

Hail mary nigga, run quick see