This is a song about "Leaving mom fo a country war"

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

Like a peruvian kid fighting fo gauchos

C'mon c'mon open up yo mind fo a second

Like a passenger on 9/11, please go find a reverend

Declared a beef war, got everybody spitting

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

They say its a free country but im not buying it