This is a song about "Fire in the melody"

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

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

Can't find no one to watch her kids, so she pay her sister

Spitting fire without condoms the in pop filter

Third ward general, young cash money

Incinerating melody

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

Not the days he spent so carefully, crafting words to his melody

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Ayoh, check the melody, my brain is collapsing

Octopussy special effect the wet bitches be banging

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

You guys are making the innocent live in a dumpster fire

Rarity: i found it within the melody

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey