This is a song about "Find the fire"

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

And find the fruit contaminated

Ready, steady and setting fire to the mic/

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

My team getting digits

The fire spitter, he sinks ships

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Fire up the burning bush

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

But at the end of the day, #i #browse on fire

The fire rages strong, the fire causes everything around me to flinch

Send me automatic no practice i ain't gotta aim just shoot that bitch

Ill run in yo house and let the smoke fire

You is not hip then i can not coach her

To the flame then shortly after write fire

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her