This is a song about "Fire and gold"

Look outside the window and you'll see the city of gold/

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

Fire reds and flu games

Blow trees like a hurricane

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

Give me respect, dammit, or get damaged

Recording this conservation, and their snipers cock and fire

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Snoop dogged it, nelly came down

And in fire it will drown

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire

I work hard for everything i get

Soul maybe find gold and never hit shit.

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter

Ill run in yo house and let the smoke fire