This is a song about "Plane"

I'm in a supersonic fighter plane as a gunner/

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

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

Live from the lamont's rose

Lookin out the plane windows

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

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

You got more chance landing a plane than landing a punch on me

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

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

I heard this plane talk, got his head held high

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Step up my reigns in the same plane.