This is a song about "Jet pack blues"

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

Injected with ket, meth, lead and jet.

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

Even when i try to watch the news, and play the smoking blues

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

I watched people i know pray and catch the holy ghost

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

When i stood with her all night despite being jet lagged

All you knew was rat pack

This is why her nigga mad

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

Don't be testy, cus i got ya chicks wet like jet skis

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

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

She always comin back

You aint even got a pack