This is a song about "Plane"

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

Smoke kush till i get lifted, high as a plane

I wanted the money and never the fame

Start praying before u ignite the plane

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Microphone is a plane,mcs are pilots

Step up my reigns in the same plane.

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

You got more chance landing a plane than landing a punch on me

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Lookin out the plane windows

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

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

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

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane