This is a song about "Suiting fires"

Myers, liars, try us, bar fires, slash ya car tires,

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Myers, liars, try us, bar fires, slash ya car tires,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

"they aren't suiting" he said, missing shots for the stars like he's shooting for bed

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

The motherfucking trigger fires as it hits the cement

Pray to god i don't do some stupid shit and end up in a hearse

If i'm not mistaken you're supposed to be preventing forest fires

Higher than the messiah, it's time to extinguish them fires

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Smoke the trees like forest fires, they provide a golden fleece,

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees