This is a song about "Air plane"

And now i walk around without a care

Got our middle fingers in the air,

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

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

Season opener, finna be there

Og like the prince of bel air,

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

Multiple middle fingers in the air

I'm running out of air

Like they not gon' stare

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

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

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

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

Rapping about champagne, and popping on the plane

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain