This is a song about "Planes"

Mind in a daze, watchin' the planes

And i ain't got what it takes

Planes packed with blow im piloting

In my drawsring, ring, ring

While working on my mistakes

Rolling up' paper planes

Welcome to my brain, high enough to fly planes

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

And today we're still in chains

Mind in a daze, watchin' the planes

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Mind in a daze, watchin' the planes

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

Like countries losing their planes like car keys,

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Got so many planes they think am from abroad