This is a song about "Jet fuel can t melt steel beams"

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

You a grounded airplane me, im fly like a jet

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Concentrated into beams, yelling for freedom like screams

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

A born starter, in the game for real

And y'all be laughing cuz you say am gonna melt

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

My name is timb aka thomas crown

Metaphore, melt you down

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

So pass the mic so i can melt it like plastic

On top of the world feeling like i'ma melt

So, with that, we need us a plan, respect