This is a song about "Fire chat"

What's with all this fire,

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Go and chat them up ask them if they wanna chill

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

I ain't talkative neither

My flow is pure fire

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing

I'm in traffic, distracted by the chat that i'm having

Killa never let the drama slide

We hang at school and chat every night

And i ain't frontin for her

Your on fire.. your on fire

I sit back roll couple of zig zag's and chit chat

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her