This is a song about "Boiling point"

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

On point like the mt. everest tip

I'll pour boiling water to peel your face off

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Why are you boiling like eggs, grunting at my face like pigs?

So you finally got the nerve

Never been one to point fingers

And then the intensity of the boiling hot density,

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

It's only a dream, check point reality one

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun