This is a song about "The flight zone"

Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay

Past the end zone to your casket laid "oh happy day"

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Wake up in the morning and get in my zone

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

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

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

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

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

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

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

Grow a spinal bone, there ain't no such thing as the friend zone

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

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

Rap has left me just astounded, then it leaves me so confused,