This is a song about "Death blook and fire"

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Open fire and dispatch troops

No reason to be around

And in fire it will drown

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Me and my crew the best we do this to the death

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

It lets u think and rest, never at the brink of death

Disaster and pain. spit fire like it's rain

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire/

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Fire is alive and breathes, just like you.

She better shed a couple tears when she come through