This is a song about "Fire in the melody"

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

It's my first fucken rule i fire in the asshole

Fire in my chest, from the sess, got me flying

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

No desire to spark beef, light a fire in the dark street/

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

So lets stand up to the melody,

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

As i acquire the skills i require to put you in the line of my fire

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

Letting the melody synch while i jot

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

These lines i jot are the recipe to the story of my melody

I'll be the one to cut off of your melody

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money