This is a song about "Jayjay the jet plane"

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Im out ready to jet i'll meet you up coast

Well baby bot there ain't no question

In a private jet while i'm walking in

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

The life of the wealthy, cruising in my plane

It was late night,i boarded the plane,

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Rapping about champagne, and popping on the plane

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

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

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

Start praying before u ignite the plane

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

You a grounded airplane me, im fly like a jet