This is a song about "Air plane"

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

I said hey, you right there

I'm running out of air

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Please, just peep the crystal method where

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Judging my mentality. look up in the sky is it a bird is it a plane?

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

Ima plane hopper, bitch, im going to the top

With that weed in the air

Right, now you say you don't care