This is a song about "The flight zone"

The flight is canceled due to poor sky conditions

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

The flight of stairs into the devil's lair, who the hell cares,

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

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

C walking in the kill zone

That he dont even own

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

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

It's time i broke the #comfort #o-#zone layer, teleport

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

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

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

Yo, this music’s disrespected by those who caused the urban flight,

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride