This is a song about "Two planes"

You good man, we don't want you

Abrakadabra a hoe or two

Rolling up' paper planes

While working on my mistakes

I set a table for two

I was twelve when the gunned you

So its time for verse two

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

Got so many planes they think am from abroad

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

Then during the next week or two

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

I'll dismantle you and a friend or two