This is a song about "Back fire"

Left with nothing but eternal fire

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Blow your brains out, set you on fire

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Because my soul spit like fire

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Your on fire.. your on fire

Regardless to all them, i appease her

But that's what he liked her

Your on fire.. your on fire

And i just want to hold her

But then it caught on fire

Im liable to spit cold fire

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Set the game ablaze, i’m an arcade fire