This is a song about "Destruction of my soul"

The sound of the fire burning represents the screams of my soul burning!

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

I'm afraid of the destruction i'll make,

Can reconstruct the destruction of the definition of family,

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

This is another level of lyrical destruction.

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

So i look for a little bit of gold, while tryin to spare my own soul,

While you gasp 'n' you croak, my clueless rivals run as i chew your eyeballs whole

And i was set loose amidst a swirling tornado of emotions inside my own soul,