This is a song about "Airplane engines"

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

I think the engines running run nii**a n**** bitch

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

I bed-rock bitches ironic like camaro 87 engines

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

He better stare down at his watch and nod as his airplane stops

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

You a grounded airplane me, im fly like a jet

Flying first class on my airplane

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Beef i pass em a cow /hijack an airplane

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane