This is a song about "The flight zone"

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Your still in your crib at home while i'm making the streets a war zone

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

The flight is canceled due to poor sky conditions

Turn the ihome down, you're in my zone now

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

The royal brits used flight to try to keep the sky. us canadians used

C walking in the kill zone

Stop blowing up my cellphone

I contemplate, as i'm in the zone trying to concentrate

Where every recipient, property of the state

Depsoit in the outcast zone

Music that y'all condone

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

It annoys me to the point of clawing arm and bone to reach a mental zone