This is a song about "Dire henwood"

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

Smoked a bowl n' burned my eyebrows and went into dire shock

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

Dire nonsense, it's quite hard for me to try and stop it

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Left in dire shock, control entire blocks, his thoughts are read,

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

It's dangerous, this game is best, girls screams are dire,

Huh, and i don't rock a fake smile

Just the repercussions of when things turn dire

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

Until all that's left is scraps, all bloody and dire

We fire glocks with dire shock when we have writer’s block,

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop