This is a song about "Back fire"

I spit fire like a fire breathing animal

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Because my soul spit like fire

I never use a fork i always spoon her

I spit with this lyrical fire,

Or something that you paid for

What's with all this fire,

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

Its liquid solidity bitches, i'm on fire so get back.

Im liable to spit cold fire

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

It's like you're my mirror

Fire, i deliver

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

And a lit match, get back, or under your ass i'll set a fire/