This is a song about "Apply ice to burn area"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I'm losing supply up on high that no lie and i'ma bout to apply for my old guy

I'm doubling on my verses just to give an extra burn.

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

We bring that pain and spit that truth from area to area,

Targaryen bitch i'm wormtongue, flee rohan and move to a different area

But it won't make no difference when i rip this verse and collaborate tonight/ and uh

Its understandable if you don't believe me if thats the pattern

Bitch i ain't no joking, i'll leave u fucken neglected in yo yard to burn

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

Literally, crossed that burn you'll need an ice cube

We apply an analgesic to all of our haters.

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

Burn a house down just to see the flame