This is a song about "Crashing planes in windows"

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing

Street lights flashing, dark nights crashing,

Mind in a daze, watchin' the planes

While working on my mistakes

Rhymes coming faster than planes/smashing ur brains

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Imagine them trapped in confinries,waving through windows,peeking for recovery n

Like countries losing their planes like car keys,

We can make more, make babies

Yeah i'm back in the business, crashing the system

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

And the windows are tinted.

I got some fire and shit