This is a song about "On a plane"

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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

The life of the wealthy, cruising in my plane

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Lookin out the plane windows

I think that she knows

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

To travel all the plains, and the plane within plains,

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Raw, like a hard on wit no condom on

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

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

It would be a lie to say i would sigh actually i'd be floating sky high on a plane

Now you can resti betcha never screamed a niggas whole name outand felt tha pleasure and tha pain