This is a song about "The great fire of london"

Let em marinate, you forever late

The first date was great and not full of anger and hate

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

The sound of the fire burning, is the only sound i'll ever be hearing,

So great i take over kids minds, like clash of the clans

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

The fire was that obscene, my highness was out of luck.

Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate

When their in the state of beind down while others are great

Double mg not to mention

That the world's in great depression

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

Spitting drips of fire like the safe haven of satanist