This is a song about "Made it through the fire"

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

Ima aim for your eye socket, fire the bullet, it goes right through

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Learn it by the g code, fire under them street clothes,

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Didnt clue it, i knew it, i was made the schools laughter,

The atmosphere, from the hostility made it heavy

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

He ain't give a fuck about you

The man who made me follow things through.

But all the hardships i went through made me stronger

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Then send it through their chest and break through all the cartilage

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch