This is a song about "Jet pack blues"

Girl listen, trying to position

In a private jet while i'm walking in

Try to jack and i will attack

Like zack trying to pack

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Twisted lyrics by these critics, and i'm playing my blues

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

My rhymes got a mighty six pack

We will never die, we are forever alive

My niggas fly niggas, this is jet life

Fuck with me i make ya genre red just like it got the blues

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

When love comes callin', don’t love back

Of koolaid in here flab pack