This is a song about "It can only be an airplane"

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

Rap can be an outlet, but ‘till these parents let go,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

You can choose to be an enemy or an allie

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

You can only think about and image it

And truth be told, only shooting stars can break the mold

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

But fuck it i did an empathy test and only scored 5 points,

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Dont tell no bitches that im only an asian who can play dot to dot and and

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

An when the world ends...ill be the only left on it,