This is a song about "My raging boner"

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stationssorry i left that ass waiting

Will i rise to greatness im faithless ona basis being famous id be raging

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Raging and raising up hell, waiting to pay someone else,

Never will i ever utter never to myself

I go hard but like a boner in public i try to hide it

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet