This is a song about "Fire upon this world"

Ya you created this world

But i murder him first

And the food could have been finer

I spit with this lyrical fire,

I'm sure to get rich

Set fire to this bitch

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Came into this world, quickly adjusted

Recording this conservation, and their snipers cock and fire

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

Never wish this upon any of enemies, father suffering the penalties

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed

This fire ass kush is finna get seared

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Light upon this evil world twirled on darkened treading