This is a song about "Flying a plane"

Microphone is a plane,mcs are pilots

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Cause i’m a profit; i can see bodies flying every where

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

A day like any other, flying a kite in the back with her brother

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

These obstacles leave you flying around like a tropic breeze do//

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

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

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

"flying mentally through a mystical jungle

'less you stabler and benson, i don't fuck with the law

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

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