This is a song about "Plane"

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

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

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

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

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

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

The life of the wealthy, cruising in my plane

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

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

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

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

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

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

Step up my reigns in the same plane.

My buzz is like cocaine