This is a song about "Four walls of fire"

Anthropology's none to incisions i live in your history, four fifths of a g,

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

This is story of my four days inside

My uncle pulled me to the side

Spitting drips of fire like

Look, now roll my j tight

I'm tired of being polite cause tonight this fire will ignite

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Banging bitches on my walls

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

Inhaler ? i might be in b-town in the back of four

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

So stand back or get engulfed by my fire of fame

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Front page of the times, payback with fire rhymes.