This is a song about "Napalm"

Napalm at your chest- sonnin' cats, to date the moms with the chests

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

Spitting pure fire, saliva burning like napalm

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

You lit a fuse, you should've quit, but you spit on my mom, prepare for napalm when/

I got stacks all in my charm

And i made it and i napalm

Spitting fire bars similar to flames and napalm

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb