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

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

I'm like a piece of steel,

Bad bitches come in here

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Then get out your seat and jump around

Metaphore, melt you down

Oh i’m nothing like your home girl expect, expect

On top of the world feeling like i'ma melt

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

Haters cant stop me my feelings are steel,

Just kids with hella fuel

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Concentrated into beams, yelling for freedom like screams