This is a song about "G4 plane"

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Smoke kush till i get lifted, high as a plane

I be ballin, they wonder why

I heard this plane talk, got his head held high

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Hopped up the plane came back from the future

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

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Thrown from a plane but it wasn't in brutality

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

It was late night,i boarded the plane,

From the day-to-day, in the physical plane

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

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