This is a song about "Being stuck at an airport"

Im stuck being blinded by the shining lights

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Keepin' an eye stuck on that so it won't dry up like an ancho

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

Finishing the paper while haters be stuck at the thesis!

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

Not just gassing up on e stuck at a truck stop bitch,i don't do this for profit

An unseen being casting universal curses

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

Just so happens mine they prefer

At the thought of being popular

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

You thought that i was done with completely being an ass? please