This is a song about "Jet fuel"

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

But they added fuel to the fire waiting for the flaming/

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

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

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

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

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

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Adding fuel to the fire only made his hell worse

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Hate is the fuel thats helping me, this diss is sick 'n' flaming

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

Blow minds away, spittin faster than a jet stream

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

I'm everything that they call nice

My niggas fly niggas, this is jet life