This is a song about "Jet pack blues"

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

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

Quick flipping up sexy back

Of koolaid in here flab pack

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

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Click clack get kidnapped by the pack

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Pack the bong up with buds and pack the joints with leaf

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

You a grounded airplane me, im fly like a jet

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

Like zack trying to pack

You got reason to brag