This is a song about "G4 plane"

'cause my cerebrals are more of a higher plane than the hebrews

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

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

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

It was late night,i boarded the plane,

The life of the wealthy, cruising in my plane

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Your body's right as rain

I was brought to an even plane.

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

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

I heard this plane talk, got his head held high

You know i want a piece of that pie

Lookin out the plane windows

I think that she knows