This is a song about "Jet fuel doesnt melt steel beems"

Look, we gone have some fun tonight

My niggas doesnt like your type,

Enough heat , to melt down your fucking home

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

This where the haters is, this why they hate us here

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

I'm like a piece of steel,

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

Everybody watching while you touching real money

All the people like that just fuel my insanity.

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

I started to melt, but continued my life

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

Big bull, mad rapper with balls of steel

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

So as we melt the polar caps