This is a song about "Air planes"

Multiple middle fingers in the air

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Got so many planes they think am from abroad

And the air force scrambles fighters

Uptown roamers, and south side riders

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Like countries losing their planes like car keys,

I'm everything that they call nice

Planes packed with blow im piloting

Get it girl, keep that motor running

With that weed in the air

They be like where

Rolling up' paper planes

Blow trees like a hurricane