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

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

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

I'm a force to be reckoned with

Secret missives to the mrs

Yo, fuck 2dopeboyz and fuck nah right

Spitting drips of fire like

Spitting drips of fire like the safe haven of satanist

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

Lungs on fire to some beauty of her

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Against a new king of the streets on a fire hot streak

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Front page of the times, payback with fire rhymes.

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

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