This is a song about "Napalm"

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

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

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

Spitting pure fire, saliva burning like napalm

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

And i made it and i 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/

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

Spitting fire bars similar to flames and napalm