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

Spitting drips of fire like the safe haven of satanist

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

I boast a wall of these great lines backed in the beat, it's tight,

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

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

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

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Of pleasure, jill you did great

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

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

As i acquire the skills i require to put you in the line of my fire

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are