This is a song about "Inclined planes"

And i ain't got what it takes

Rolling up' paper planes

No sun's let in to shine till, latin i bet then you'll be reckoned inclined to

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

Got so many planes they think am from abroad

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

One verse is all it takes

Mind in a daze, watchin' the planes

I am inclined to be complex, in a world full of failing prospects,and don't holdeazy to any contest

I couldn't let my adversaries worry meand every single day it's a test, wear a bulletproof vest

Like countries losing their planes like car keys,

That'll do anything that i please

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

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