This is a song about "Steam engines"

Spit hot enough to make the tea steam and the kettle hotter

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

I think the engines running run nii**a n**** bitch

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

To blow off my steam without encountering my death,

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

But fuck destiny i'm flyin contrary propelled by steam

We blowin' off the steam when we really unplugged,

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

But bein honest i'll prolly smoke it all then rap to blow off steam

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Flood hot with steam 'n' whatnot.