This is a song about "Gas fires"

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Act fact, hourglass, pedal to the floor, step on the gas

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Guess no arrays arrive for the "i start fires"

Better yet they work my every nerve

Myers, liars, try us, bar fires, slash ya car tires,

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

I think i just started some verbal forest fires,

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Got em burning from infernal fires internally

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

O -line down my throat fast! like im pumpin gas!

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash