This is a song about "Jet lee"

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

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

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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

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

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

I flow like bruce lee in the water wit currents

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

You a grounded airplane me, im fly like a jet

Injected with ket, meth, lead and jet.

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread