This is a song about "This plane"

Smoke kush till i get lifted, high as a plane

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

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

It was late night,i boarded the plane,

Time after time, again and again

Start praying before u ignite the plane

'cause my cerebrals are more of a higher plane than the hebrews

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

This is ice, this is frozen,

Flyer then the rest of them

I heard this plane talk, got his head held high

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Hopped up the plane came back from the future

Microphone is a plane,mcs are pilots

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks