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

You fake niggas like great and randy u go unnoticed like the capital of

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

Spitting drips of fire like the safe haven of satanist

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

That the world's in great depression

So if it comes down, may the best man win

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

The sound of the fire burning represents the screams of my soul burning!

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

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

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

I'm so tired of this i could blow, fire in the hole

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole