Song meaning of Passengers & Pilots by Big Baby Tape

Ah, the lyrical masterpiece that is "Passengers & Pilots" by Big Baby Tape. It's like a rollercoaster of nonsensical boasting and questionable metaphors. So, apparently, Big Baby Tape doesn't want us to forget that he's the ultimate winner in life because his KDA is off the charts and he's got more kills than all the gamers combined. And just in case you weren't convinced by his gaming skills, he's gonna rub it in your face again and again. Oh, and he wants everyone to know that he's so unique and edgy that even Aladdin would envy his flying skills. Yeah, it's all fun and games until he starts throwing shade at someone for the first time in his life. But hey, he's got his foot on the gas and he's packing smoke like a lantern with a green eye. Oh, and did I mention that he's so cool that he's like a capital letter? Yeah, that's how he rolls. And just when you think it couldn't get any worse, he implies that his opponent might be LGBT, because that's totally a relevant thing to say. Talk about unnecessary. But hey, they want to bitew him (whatever that means). Like, seriously, who even says "bitew"? And if that wasn't enough, he's also gonna let you know that while you're out there pinning dicks, he's making cash. Yep, his head is worth two million, and he's spending it all on clothes. Forget about tomorrow, because who knows what the hell is gonna happen. He's driving dirty but still being neat about it, because, you know, life is all about contradictions. From a little bit of ice to a white dam, he's really escalating things, stacking packs to the ceiling like Trump Tower. Oh, and guess what? People want to cancel him, but he shouts back, "Free Tape!" Yeah, forget about freeing any political prisoners, we need to free Big Baby Tape. And in case you were wondering, he also wants "kizaru" to be freed, but not those traitors and bitches. Phew! Things are getting heated now, waking up covered in sweat and having a neck on the snow with cold wrists from hell. Apparently, some white person wants to beat him up, and that white person is not feeling like themselves. Must be a case of multiple personality disorder. He and his gang are off the wall, they're hanging everywhere, and their business is all over the place. Yes, they're deep in this shit, and it's dark like a certain part of the female anatomy. Oh, but don't worry, because he's gonna leave that mediocre rap behind him and start washing his face with Perrier water. Classy. He doesn't give a shit about the world, and peace treaties can go fuck themselves. And here comes his accountant, shocked to see him wearing silk from Amiri. And his bro is out there skiing, because why not? They're all just spinning around, doing somersaults, and doing splits like Jean-Claude Van Damme. And then Big Baby Tape, inflated as ever, sat on clouds, and Aeroflot is waving at him. Clearly, he's taking flights and causing confusion among the passengers. They're all like, "Where the hell is he taking us?" So, he tells them to jump on a pylon and do a split while throwing it forward. Like, who needs logical coherence anyway? He treats life like a random Google search and puts all his bets on winning, because who cares about the outcome, right? And in the end, he's still questioning whether he's a passenger or a pilot. Well, with lyrics like these, I'd say he's more like a lost soul soaring through the clouds with no clue where he's headed. Bravo, Big Baby Tape. Bravo.