This is a song about "Fire and lore"

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Disaster and pain. spit fire like it's rain

Open fire and dispatch troops

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire/

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Ready, steady and setting fire to the mic/

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

I better get my gown

And in fire it will drown

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Spit it back at you as coal and set fire to it

Amazing and fire blazing ill rob your retirement savings

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her