This is a song about "Incline planes"

This is to my unborn child

Recline from the incline you climbed,

A million nasty things went through my mind

Recline from the incline you climbed,

One verse is all it takes

Mind in a daze, watchin' the planes

Rolling up' paper planes

I like my girls skinny with brains

Fuck you niggas, but this ain't raw dog

Got so many planes they think am from abroad

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

Like countries losing their planes like car keys,

Planes packed with blow im piloting

Why not me the same thing

Mind in a daze, watchin' the planes

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains