This is a song about "Fire burn tank big brand annie hate me"

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

You couldn't burn me with lava in a fiery pit,

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Antihero fightin fire with fire let me light this joint

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

Spitting straight fire from dome big putting it done

It take a shank and metal tank to harm me

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Dont love, just hate on me

Summertime in the city

New york, va, dc, get paid

// [you show me nothing but hate]

Guess i see it's my turn

Set it on fire watch it burn

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Walmart brand for me until i sold to the junkies