This is a song about "Fire ants"

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

We about to set your shit on fire

That's what rains for

Well we start the fire

The whole parking lot is on fire

I ain't talkative neither

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

But here i go let me fire

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I spit with this lyrical fire,

My flow is pure fire

That damier bag i bought her

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Farenheit four fifty one i'm on fire

My flow spit like dragon fire

Took the van, went snatch her