This is a song about "Four walls of fire"

I spray blood on the walls of the vatican and curse a priest

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

And imma makes sure all four of ya tires are flat,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

But at the end of the day, #i #browse on fire

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

But not with a four four, but with more of a score

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

Front page of the times, payback with fire rhymes.

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

So stand back or get engulfed by my fire of fame

I like the way you talk ya game we mite be one and the same

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

The walls are constructed by the very fire that keeps me on