This is a song about "Loss and fire"

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

Lyrics fire and induce you in rapid succession

Open fire and dispatch troops

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Disaster and pain. spit fire like it's rain

Two ties and a loss, this is my time to shine, confidence combined with fine wine.

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

I #stunned and amazed her with my #taser fire

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Spit it hot as fire and an arsonist

Standing behind a lectern of fire and flames

I like my friends imaginary with no names