This is a song about "Steam engines"

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I bed-rock bitches ironic like camaro 87 engines

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

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Your just going to die trying,now your out of steam like a dry iron

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

But fuck destiny i'm flyin contrary propelled by steam

Flood hot with steam 'n' whatnot.

Got a beans if you wanna pop

I'm blowin' fuckin' steam off like boats with paddle wheels,

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

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

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage