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

And if you’re proud of it let me see your lighter

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

Well we start the fire

All my shit designer

I'm a fire breather, with a heater, coming out of the nether, from underneath ya

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Crazy look if you stare deep into the eyes of madness

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold,

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

I verbally turn the booth into the wasteland of a nuke