This is a song about "Talking about having fire rhymes"

I'm about to murder you with some rhymes

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Are much important i'm getting angrier while recording

I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,

Man but this ain't no sign language

For talking shit about the bitch

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

No whats real is having people talking through lies and deceit

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

When your talking about how you made it, i hate it

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Keep talking about you snapbacks and your chains

But ignite the lighter making my rhymes like fire and ice/

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

Without having to worry about a hubby