This is a song about "Airplane engines"

Makin niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections

I bed-rock bitches ironic like camaro 87 engines

Beef i pass em a cow /hijack an airplane

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

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

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Flying first class on my airplane

Your body's right as rain

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

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

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

You a grounded airplane me, im fly like a jet