This is a song about "Waiting at the airport"

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Never fading, and i know the haters are forever waiting

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Waiting for the reaper to enter our realm

Patient in the basement, waiting for your arrival.

My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol

Something wicked this way come

Waiting only for the occasion

Waiting for me to raise the bar

Slumdog far apart any sub par

The people are waiting

I know the moves i'm making

Looking up, waiting for the right sign

So let's have a toast, everything fine

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

People mentioned i'll be waiting for the props