This is a song about "Air plane"

Thrown from a plane but it wasn't in brutality

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

Smoke kush till i get lifted, high as a plane

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

I heard this plane talk, got his head held high

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

Everyday we live and breathe the air

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

In you brain money is the game.. this green got me higher then a plane

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Ima plane hopper, bitch, im going to the top

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Rapping about champagne, and popping on the plane