This is a song about "Flight safety"

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

The fucking safety was on, now who the fuck did this

I don't believe in a safety, i get a little bit racy

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

For a perfect mother’s day

And get on a flight today

Send foes back to heathrow book a flight to heaven

I lost my connection with a brethren

Dual-earning whites went and took suburban flight,

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

It's whack, it just goes an attacks on the safety measures we lack

Cause i been drinkin till the point that i'm a dizzy rap

Getting so high take flight like a pigeon

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son