This is a song about "Jet fuel"

I need a backyard full court size

My niggas fly niggas, this is jet life

Hate is the fuel thats helping me, this diss is sick 'n' flaming

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

We’re igniting the fuel, passion burning within,

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

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

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

Just kids with hella fuel

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

You a grounded airplane me, im fly like a jet

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

And these woman is loving the way that i perform

Get dennis hopper wasted, hop a jet and get born.