This is a song about "Spitting lines of flame"

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

You'll meet the real me, the black side of me, the oxygen igniting that flame

Spitting drips of fire like the safe haven of satanist

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

He's a nightrider, flame of hellfire on both of his tires

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Like the #flicker #walk #a #flock #of you, keep that #flame sicker,

Spitting drips of fire like

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

I'm #spitting #flame am i, #nope? #quite, derange in the #flow

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

Thinking of lines like my minds an enhancer.

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir