This is a song about "Bars lambo fire"

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Got your girl in my lambo, she likes it, she knows

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Im liable to spit cold fire

When bret hart meet brett farve

I be spittin the bars,

I couldn't get any bigger

Fire, i deliver

And i ain't frontin for her

I breathe in the fire

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

I spit fire like a fire breathing animal

Cause we all just ticking time bombs, got a lambo like lebron's mom

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

And i'm still hurtin over pops

This is just a few bars