This is a song about "Me being on fire"

Money ain't a thing

For going on being

Took the van, went snatch her

Your on fire.. your on fire

Quit being so fucking shy come on tell me why! you just wanted us to die,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

And the bitches you fight em, heres some liquor or lighter

Third shifter's arrive the sesh is on fire

But then it caught on fire

How simple they are

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

The whole parking lot is on fire

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

The fire inside me

Blow your brains out, set you on fire

Got the perfect plan to help me get her