This is a song about "Ignite boast right"

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

But i'm ready to ignite, like a flame to dynamite

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

Know it's right, supposed to fight, i boast, too ghost to write,

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Hell im the only one to ever ignite satan

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

What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe

And like those we all make mistakes so i ignite dope

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

Boast fucking lies to impress we not fools

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Start praying before u ignite the plane

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

Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride