This is a song about "Air plane"

Rapping about champagne, and popping on the plane

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Thrown from a plane but it wasn't in brutality

With that weed in the air

They tryin to say that i don't care

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

I heard this plane talk, got his head held high

Day and night are my 'posites rare

I'm running out of air

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

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

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

Smoke kush till i get lifted, high as a plane

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Everyday we live and breathe the air