This is a song about "The flight zone"

Depsoit in the outcast zone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

You are now watching the throne, don't let me into my zone

I'm definitely in a class of my own

??? ??? ?? with the feeling right

But without the word i wont take flight

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

You phonies 'bout to head home in a box 'cuz it's the dead zone,

Now im in the zone like i bitten by a zombie

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

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

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

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

Killa, heatmakerz, juelz santana

West side, zone 1, who want the anna?