This is a song about "Inclined planes"

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

Got so many planes they think am from abroad

"we can play the climax race, if you're so inclined"

Thank god for the free thinkers, for you keep me in mind

The peace of my mind where i am inclined

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

Mind in a daze, watchin' the planes

While working on my mistakes

This shits nuts, inclined but the signs worsen/ trying to lift up your minds curtains

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

I like my girls skinny with brains

Rolling up' paper planes

We can make more, make babies

Like countries losing their planes like car keys,

Not cee, who's lyrically inclined to make you weep,

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep