This is a song about "Dial up words but they re not in servic"

My words are a flame, but they disturb stuff in vain, claim my money on the top,

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

I can smell it when i go outside

Words of wisdom i'm not a thief in the night

You wanna judge me for my lyrics, but you´re not me,

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

The words were there but they just couldn't escape

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Breath its cold well let me turn up the dial,

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

Now some people might find this weird but you re not really scared

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

These words that swirl up in my head

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die

Your words are tight, not gonna lie, so fly they touch the sky,