This is a song about "Aeronautical engineering"

Getting lifted by this rapping gift.. while a doobie in my fist..

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Of how they keep you still and down, convert people to machines

But me and kevin know that this talent is just a blessing

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

I write it like i was given this gift from up above

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Just maybe this verbal tech, words'll affect this nervous wreck!

Of course i have talent

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

The tooth fairy got hype but, she's scared of my street

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

When i be speaking they be geekin' like i'm giving bitches dope

I feel like we're in a fairy tale, but hell yeah it's a joke