This is a song about "Into the fire of wilder"

Against a new king of the streets on a fire hot streak

It’s me, makavelia.k.a tha don of this whole clique

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

The sound of the fire burning represents the screams of my soul burning!

You're bad fashion, i'm crashin' into the side and back of a

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Crazy look if you stare deep into the eyes of madness

The flight of stairs into the devil's lair, who the hell cares,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Take this bullet of lyrical rhymes right into the brain

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

Into half of the woman that she used to be yesterday.

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

Than turn into the leader of the pack, like its a cartoon,

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room