This is a song about "Air planes"

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

It’s something that’s in your veins

Rolling up' paper planes

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

I don't even breathe the same air

No medal here, i'm well aware

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

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

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Mind in a daze, watchin' the planes

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

It's how we put it there

I can smell it in the air