This is a song about "Will of fire"

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

Now can i take it off yarub my tongue across yai do it so right

Burn rubber, trail of fire prior to gas and a lighter,

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

But at the end of the day, #i #browse on fire

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

All of us will eventually crack.

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

I plead with em, the system ain't right

Spitting drips of fire like