This is a song about "Aviators"

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

As the devil walks thru the door they fulfill their self righteous urges

Cause when i'm flying sky high,

Some days he just wishes he could die

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit