This is a song about "The kite runner"

On my afghan flow, runnin my kite

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

She grabs her post-it note, turns it to a kite

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Saw the bombs on the news

With women with issues

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Acid seeps in and your high as a kite, i might destroy you i

Misunderstood, respected, so i give it all my effort

Fiends high as a kite, coke whiter than that captain kirk