This is a song about "Napalm"

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/

Nothens changedcause in tha came it's a steady aimfuck friends

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

And i made it and i napalm

I got stacks all in my charm

Spitting pure fire, saliva burning like napalm

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Spitting fire bars similar to flames and napalm

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom