This is a song about "Air plane"

I'm running out of air

I said hey, you right there

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

He looked up and saw a plane.

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

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

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

I was brought to an even plane.

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Step up my reigns in the same plane.

I wish i’ll never see you again

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

Start praying before u ignite the plane