This is a song about "Jet engines"

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

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

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

You a grounded airplane me, im fly like a jet

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

I think the engines running run nii**a n**** bitch

Dysfunctional membrane, louder jet been, under the radar not seen

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

I bed-rock bitches ironic like camaro 87 engines

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

Get dennis hopper wasted, hop a jet and get born.

Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Don't be testy, cus i got ya chicks wet like jet skis