This is a song about "This song is fire part 2"

When trippin' high on acid, this is my relapse part two,

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

This song is an atomic bomb and i'm holding rap hostage

//this song is me not realizing facts until now

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

So this to you, i present, is my final song.

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

But this rap is dope and y'alls fuckin with a verse that's straight fire/

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

So fly on this fire like the sky is the limit

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

Strapping myself to be launched out, if this song is a gift, your the bronze wrapping/

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

#2 is this for real? my words aren't coming out, i'm holding back my tears,