This is a song about "Great balls of fire"

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

Standing behind a lectern of fire and flames

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Of pleasure, jill you did great

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

And gave you a bag of lays i hope they taste great

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

You ever paid attention in there? me either

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

When their in the state of beind down while others are great

Got 'em dropping drawls on my balls after shots of alcohol

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

It's born to rock on, explosion, one of the toughest

Spitting drips of fire like the safe haven of satanist