This is a song about "Four walls of fire"

Shots, they back and forth

Like poop smeared on the walls

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Front page of the times, payback with fire rhymes.

You're playin call of duty four while i hurl on you

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

They are tied by the walls of this sadistic culture

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Lungs on fire to some beauty of her

Get your paper, see you later

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Spitting drips of fire like the safe haven of satanist

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream