This is a song about "Inclined planes"

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Mind in a daze, watchin' the planes

Planes packed with blow im piloting

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

Rhymes coming faster than planes/smashing ur brains

Like countries losing their planes like car keys,

Automatic kill for pennies

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

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Mind in a daze, watchin' the planes

One verse is all it takes

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

But if you feel inclined to whine bout these lines then i'll quit

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Welcome to my brain, high enough to fly planes