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

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

Stop lacing weed with nicotine, move crack with triple beams,

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

So pass the mic so i can melt it like plastic

They say tvd can´t rap but they are handicapped,

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

In a private jet while i'm walking in

The one who can´t even show a real smile

You never tire, might as well as inspire

On top of the world feeling like i'ma melt

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

With laser beams and praise it seems

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets