This is a song about "Let s start a fire"

Give me that pad and pen and let me start writing again

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

But i need a new start

They don't hear my bark

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

I wasn’t broke growing up but let a real lyricist start shit,

I'm the truth, don't let your demons out n start livin loose.

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

Yes you have a gun but wont fire,

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Like a small garage in your backyard

Never seen a bullet pop for a start,

I got a blaze, no faint fire

And there's little to be glad for

My rhymes are that hot i start a fire watch your attire.

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her