This is a song about "Fire"

I just started rapping but i'm on fire

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Farenheit four fifty one i'm on fire

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Because my soul spit like fire

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

J. cole's her ghost writer

Said when i do dirt wit her

Im liable to spit cold fire

Left with nothing but eternal fire

Ay yo you wonder who i are

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

To the flame then shortly after write fire

I breathe in the fire

Rap hero but wasn't nicer, prior