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

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

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Wrapped up in degrees of these secret organizations,

So stand back or get engulfed by my fire of fame

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

When i’m looking in the mirror

Lungs on fire to some beauty of her

Front page of the times, payback with fire rhymes.

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Theft and never looked back then turned to the angle of attack.

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Spitting drips of fire like

Now move back over here to the right

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke