This is a song about "Fire and lore"

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire/

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

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

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

No introduction or conclusion to my lore

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

You're playing with fire and it's danger zone

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

He's got me in the fire and brimstone

Burn rubber, trail of fire prior to gas and a lighter,

Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer

I see the fire and

This is something different