This is a song about "Find the fire"

After the fire, comes the rain

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

That's what rains for

I breathe in the fire

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Spitting fire without condoms the in pop filter

Find me stuntin for the bitches

See these bitches can't cut in yo business

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

If its not couture, i will not go to her

But can't find the right purchase

Don’t you be holding back, your love

And the food could have been finer

The whole parking lot is on fire

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

Any evidence for the police to find