This is a song about "Fire fighting"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Your on fire.. your on fire

So i stay moderately buzzed, fighting the urge

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

You ain’t rapping you're fighting

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Frightening, so fucking frightening

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Fighting crews arrive running right rampant

If you ever feel alone and

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Because my soul spit like fire

Like a peruvian kid fighting fo gauchos

We love for a while then a light goes

Ryan spits hot fire

Ay yo you wonder who i are