This is a song about "Lake of fire"

Burn rubber, trail of fire prior to gas and a lighter,

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

The fire was that obscene, my highness was out of luck.

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Spitting drips of fire like the safe haven of satanist

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

But i’m taking the bate, ‘n all the respect in this lake,

Other wise you'll get left in a lake of blood

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

While working on my mistakes