This is a song about "Air plane"

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

The life of the wealthy, cruising in my plane

Through all the rain and the pain

It was late night,i boarded the plane,

Alright you got your'e swing plane, and decent rhyme play

And i got 'em every day, every day

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

'cause my cerebrals are more of a higher plane than the hebrews

Believing the screens or anything there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Start praying before u ignite the plane

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

To travel all the plains, and the plane within plains,

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains