This is a song about "Jet lee"

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

In a private jet while i'm walking in

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

Injected with ket, meth, lead and jet.

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Like bruce lee said,give your whack rhymes a smash

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

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Following that was the death of harvey lee by ru-be

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

You a grounded airplane me, im fly like a jet

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

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