This is a song about "Planes air balls semen tanks"

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Slurping my nuts like semen soup for sluts,

And never should you tear

I'm running out of air

Shots, they back and forth

'cause i had the strength and balls

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

Mind in a daze, watchin' the planes

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

At the end many tanks to emcees who voted carlcee's raps

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

Rolling up' paper planes

While working on my mistakes