This is a song about "Fire my laser"

Uh, i'm a flame fucking dropper, fire in my words

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I stunned and amazed her with my #taser fire

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

Love your screams ignite my fire, my requiem, the pleading fifth

Remember december youl be burning from ember tossed from my lyrical fire,

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

She should have invited her

My flow is pure fire

Still you couldn't know my psyche, liar, pants on fire,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

And plus hip-hop is dying, so my raps are like the laser rays/