This is a song about "Theft of the secret of fire"

Spitting drips of fire like the safe haven of satanist

It's born to rock on, explosion, one of the toughest

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

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

I'm tired of being polite cause tonight this fire will ignite

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

Secret missives to the mrs

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

So stand back or get engulfed by my fire of fame

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Wrapped up in degrees of these secret organizations,