This is a song about "Fire deep inside her"

Lungs on fire to some beauty of her

Little gate, little fence - i climbed over

I could feel it deep inside, i was a killing machine.

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

You got get deep, deep down inside

Build a fire inside, i can hear that shit igniting/

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Now they fallin off like nutso on above the rim

Deep inside it kills him, knowing that she feels him

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

I'm coming at you from the other side, 'bout to take you for a ride deep inside

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

I could feel it deep inside, i was a killing machine.

Oops, i'm so sorry

The fire inside me