This is a song about "Thought and conscious"

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

To this day i will leave you and your conscious to be the final judge

Blood was squirtin' out, but you were still conscious

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

And i thought i was black

You got reason to brag

High of oxy im hardly conscious

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

And also i got beat up and thought that i should kill,

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

And whoever thought i would rhyme these,

Catches flights in and out of his own train of thought

Turn 'em off! time to set it off, get you wet and soft