This is a song about "Airplane mode"

Beef i pass em a cow /hijack an airplane

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

Bitch i'm in beast mode, b.o.b would respect it.

This my moment, i'm ready to explode, the angers rising up drop the gun, i'm goin into medieval mode

Can't go to her family, they won't let her stayno money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job

Vicious roach she really sick of this but she let me poke

And i was constantly told to be in a kind of mode,

My bitch on the come-up while your bitch is going broke

Emcees can just be deceased and leave it in peace, beast mode,

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

That's some god mode shit, i'm omnipotent,

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

The blood is in my veins, killer mode into my brain

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Plus bitch, i put myself on -reduction- mode