This is a song about "Jet life"

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

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

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Chorus: ? life, life, life.. life is a pain.

Girl listen, trying to position

In a private jet while i'm walking in

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Injected with ket, meth, lead and jet.

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

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

You a grounded airplane me, im fly like a jet

Before we see it's hard to live

I got two bitches my life,

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

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead