This is a song about "Jordan 1 flight 2"

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

I'm international, go on a flight,

Car seats got screens in them

Ballin like i'm jordan,

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

1, 2, 3, or 4 times wit a fine chick, show her ya magic trick *flick*

Clock ticks from ten, more socks hung again till 3 2 1 thank god for another year alive, amen.

Imagine them trapped in confinries,waving through windows,peeking for recovery n

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

So that's 2 mistakes 1 big headache and 1 sorry mom cake to bake

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

Broken promises, a butterfly wounded in flight/