This is a song about "Jet fuel"

Blowing a bubble . you think you cool? i have a jet in the back. i fuck my

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

We’re igniting the fuel, passion burning within,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

My shit is fluent i use hate as fluid fuel so all my rhyme flows/

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

Like a jet pilot, professional soccer player, a cop....

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Im out ready to jet i'll meet you up coast

When you give me some fuel its what you'll be killed with

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

When i stood with her all night despite being jet lagged