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

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

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Politics can pay, politics can employ it only here to make poverty glower

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Until it can be compared to the glorious

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

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

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Even if it was only once, you got to be mine

Putting down in different projects at the same damn time

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

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough