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

I figured out that it don't matter for real

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

Poke out from behind her

Melt this track like butter

Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt

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

Concentrated into beams, yelling for freedom like screams

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Injected with ket, meth, lead and jet.

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

Bullet proof coffins, and weapons of steel

Keep messing hit you with that steel

I got to make sure that i can play here

Fuck swag, nigga i got ambition

In a private jet while i'm walking in