This is a song about "Cockpit"

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Potent shit getting lit up in the cockpit

Fill the library of a college , flying my vision like a cockpit,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

And hop in the cockpit bumpin' the pac, 'cuz rappers opposite,

Im piloting hip hop after a 5th of vodka in the cockpit

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit