This is a song about "Plane crash"

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

These bitches just the same, i'm about to crash

8th grade i never missed a day, now i’m abstract like a malaysian plane.

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

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

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

Step up my reigns in the same plane.

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Like a small garage in your backyard

Don't crash now but i'm going hard

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

The life of the wealthy, cruising in my plane

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Flash past bastards and crash burners

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Microphone is a plane,mcs are pilots