This is a song about "Fire bitch"

My flow is pure fire

And i just want to hold her

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

We about to set your shit on fire

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Your on fire.. your on fire

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Im liable to spit cold fire

Huh, i can't interpret her

Yes you have a gun but wont fire,

And the food could have been finer

I breathe in the fire

What is hittin' for