This is a song about "The flight zone"

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

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

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

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs

Of dust n feud ur #smoked n #played like #cigs n #blues bitch ya doomed

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

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

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I followed the voice that led down a flight of steps

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

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

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

Cos in the zone,you know is a superior genome

Know i just call it head phone

Depsoit in the outcast zone