This is a song about "Propeller shaft"

Keep this passage coming, get the #shaft like gordon parks,

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Thoughts were spinin' in my head, fast than a helicopter propeller.

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

From the shaft on my my waist in case you was bout to ask him

I'm working while they sleeping, so staying's not an option