This is a song about "Plane"

Rapping about champagne, and popping on the plane

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Step up my reigns in the same plane.

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

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

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

Start praying before u ignite the plane

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

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

The life of the wealthy, cruising in my plane

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

I be giving work to the kids

Microphone is a plane,mcs are pilots

I was brought to an even plane.

Your body's right as rain