This is a song about "Niggas disturbing rape abortion fire houses basements drunken father"

With the fire heat, niggas better run like athletes

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Moving houses for supposed whores

Something worth dying for

Luke im not ur father

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

Many houses vacant,projects been baking,new cliques and crews formed

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

He dont want the diamonds

Grew up in the basements

Your on fire.. your on fire

Ya'll wife and white knight her

Rape you with repetition

Lies, tangled with fiction