This is a song about "Jet lee"

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

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

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Blow minds away, spittin faster than a jet stream

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

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

I flow like bruce lee in the water wit currents

Now momma told me be careful who you love

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then i jet

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

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn

Mentally he's less than me, and i'm guessing sweet as sara lee

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty