This is a song about "Fire ants"

Good love then i can do that for her

Yes you have a gun but wont fire,

Attack these little ants, under right circumstance

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

I spit with this lyrical fire,

I got more hoes than tiger

Blow your brains out, set you on fire

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Cause i'm laying a rap from fire

That damier bag i bought her

But that's what he liked her

But then it caught on fire

To make karma come faster than she normally will

I spit fire like a fire breathing animal

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter

Set the game ablaze, i’m an arcade fire