This is a song about "Plane ticket"

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

I just got validation on my ass whooping ticket

I ain't interested in fame

He looked up and saw a plane.

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

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Judging my mentality. look up in the sky is it a bird is it a plane?

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

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

Smoke kush till i get lifted, high as a plane

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

"by the way, here's a one-way ticket back to mexico",

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

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again