This is a song about "War and fire"

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Spit it hot as fire and an arsonist

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

Everyday some kids go out and fight war/

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

War and slaughter, blood is gold, from dust to ashes/

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

He's got me in the fire and brimstone

I stunned and amazed her with my #taser fire

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire/

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

I'm on a playground, and i'm looking just to start a war.