This is a song about "State plane"

Jump jump bitch right off the empire state

Let em marinate, you forever late

I'm right in the mind state

She self made, i'm self made

The life of the wealthy, cruising in my plane

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

I'll keep her wrapped up tight like that guy in red state

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Guess i'm self made

I'm in a zen mind state

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

It was late night,i boarded the plane,

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

As i, fall deeper into a manic state

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.