Intro

Woman: Passport please
Raekwon: Figaro platinum shit, man
Woman: Where are you traveling today? It seems you've run out of space on your passport. There's no place to stamp
Raekwon: I'm a soul train, catch me on more clear jets, nigga
Woman: Sir
Raekwon: Versace shower sprinklers, nigga
Woman: Excuse me, Mister Chef
Raekwon: Suede walls, Bally sneakers from '86
Woman: Chef can you hear me?
Raekwon: Brooks Brothers shit...
Woman: You've run out of space on your passport
Raekwon: ...London, nigga, Monte Carlo. The Caymans
Woman: I'm sorry sir but we won't be able to allow you to fly to Abu Dhabi today
Raekwon: Nigga we drink that mothafuckin' Dom Perignon
Woman: It's been [?], sir
Raekwon: Jeroboam, nigga, 1907 shipwreck, high chief, nigga
Woman: Excuse me, you don't have any more room in your passport to stamp, sir
Raekwon: Spike convertibles
Woman: Excuse me, we have other people in line
Raekwon: Fly International Luxurious Art