This is a song about "Jet"

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Im out ready to jet i'll meet you up coast

Keys and off i go like a jet about till kill this doctor bet

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

In a private jet while i'm walking in

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

When i stood with her all night despite being jet lagged

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

We will never die, we are forever alive

My niggas fly niggas, this is jet life

Like a jet pilot, professional soccer player, a cop....

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

Stacking the cash, at this rate im yet to fly a jet. so i just bet,

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Blowing a bubble . you think you cool? i have a jet in the back. i fuck my

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die