This is a song about "Smoking jet fuel"

Kick back and know yo son set

Injected with ket, meth, lead and jet.

We’re igniting the fuel, passion burning within,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Blastin off like a rocket, add the fuel to the fire

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

We just trynna be winners

Smoking sticky fixtures

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

Do you feel the heat from my fire, fuel my flame

And bitches say bitch like bitch is not offensive

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

Dysfunctional membrane, louder jet been, under the radar not seen

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

We’re igniting the fuel, passion burning within,

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition