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

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

But a lot of my homies like to tote the laser beams

That no one can steel not even thieves

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

My pen and pad are entrusted to fuel my rage..few can keep me caged/

You never tire, might as well as inspire

The one who can´t even show a real smile

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

Keep messing hit you with that steel

I got that mass appeal

You a grounded airplane me, im fly like a jet

I don't want you to have my permit yet