This is a song about "Plane ticket"

It disgused my whole arab family/ but he was the ticket over

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

The life of the wealthy, cruising in my plane

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Microphone is a plane,mcs are pilots

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

I was brought to an even plane.

I'll never call you bitch again

In you brain money is the game.. this green got me higher then a plane

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

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Hopped up the plane came back from the future

I turned into something they never became

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

Ima plane hopper, bitch, im going to the top

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop