This is a song about "My raps are on fire"

Drop the pen, bitch my raps are fucking deleterious

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

You ever paid attention in there? me either

Still you couldn't know my psyche, liar, pants on fire,

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

I'm intense, my raps light niggas on fire like incense,

My raps gone on forever, they carry loose

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

My lyrics are on fire it burns,

Talking about the god you serve

I am incredible my raps are legible,

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

My raps are good, yours are bad..

And just maybe i will go easy on you little ( g ), cause your raps are ( o ), made my comp blow

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto