This is a song about "Jet stream"

Third ward general, young cash money

Brain's a stream of insanity

Blowing a bubble . you think you cool? i have a jet in the back. i fuck my

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

When i stood with her all night despite being jet lagged

In a private jet while i'm walking in

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

The poison modifying her stream for a quicker addiction

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

This stream of words without meaning made me stuck

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

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Brain's a stream of insanity