This is a song about "Fire god drugs"

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

No money, power, or drugs,

What's with all this fire,

All my shit designer

Now it might sound cocky

Doin drugs as a hobby

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

My flow spit like dragon fire

"contemplate", i wrote about her

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

Baby, you know who you are

Poke out from behind her

Fire, i deliver

Probly from selling or doing drugs

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts