This is a song about "Strange music"

Paper planes, long flights

The world seems strange at times

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

Strange fruition, must i remind y'all,

I just wanna make music,

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

To a people i don’t know, a strange.

And i pray that never change

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Knowing when its over blastin music

"strange clouds", and i dance through the night,

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Got the passion for the music