This is a song about "Days of fire"

The days of our adventure

Make my jollof with lots of pepper

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

Wake up in the morning after two days of sleep

Lungs on fire to some beauty of her

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Standing behind a lectern of fire and flames

Listen to every word that i slur

But at the end of the day, #i #browse on fire

Tomorrow never cried, the days of our lives

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Now of days people will be shooting,