This is a song about "Inclined planes"

Mind in a daze, watchin' the planes

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

This nigga, look at this fuckin' nigga lips, dog

Got so many planes they think am from abroad

I was born to do the damn thing

Planes packed with blow im piloting

I like my girls skinny with brains

Mind in a daze, watchin' the planes

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

Rhymes coming faster than planes/smashing ur brains

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

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

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

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

She too bad to pass, so fine i'm gon' speak

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