This is a song about "Bars and fire"

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire/

You is not hip then i can not coach her

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Spitting fire bars similar to flames and napalm

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Coroners comfort your mama

Spit fire like charizard/my bars hard /i'll armbar this fake

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

I start to think it's all planned

Bars coming nice and fast

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Ready, steady and setting fire to the mic/

Bars coming nice and fast

Fucking hoes, no strings attached

Recording this conservation, and their snipers cock and fire

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