This is a song about "Hell fire and brimstone"

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire/

Spitting fire bars similar to flames and napalm

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace mesittin in this, livin hell, listenin to niggas yell

Cause his empire was on fire he will send to hell who desire, who will be punished by gods well

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

Vision, abstrakt, and many another people, well hell

Ready, steady and setting fire to the mic/

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

Mariah tunes and five flutes

Open fire and dispatch troops

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

Ima take your perfect life and trap you in this hell.

Ill run in yo house and let the smoke fire

Niggas who be rapping how real they are