This is a song about "Napalm"

Spitting pure fire, saliva burning like napalm

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Spitting fire bars similar to flames and napalm

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

And i made it and i napalm

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

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

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

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends