This is a song about "Waiting at the airport"

Waiting for the reaper to enter our realm

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

At home waiting without a father in they life

Becoming someone you don't recognize

Waiting for the reaper to enter our realm

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

People mentioned i'll be waiting for the props

Patient in the basement, waiting for your arrival.

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Waiting to pull the trigger while phoma shivers

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

I don't wanna live no more so im waiting at night.