This is a song about "Back fire"

Im liable to spit cold fire

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

How simple they are

My flow is pure fire

The whole parking lot is on fire

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

Got home from school on fire, with florida sun on my back i dont tire

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

I spit fire like a fire breathing animal

What's with all this fire,

I think it excited her

Name, and your entire

But then it caught on fire

Well we start the fire

That damier bag i bought her