This is a song about "Fire chat"

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

Been teased by the devil, hated in rappad chat

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

We hang at school and chat every night

What's with all this fire,

That's what rains for

I said i'm hurting her

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

For the most part those blocks get bogart

Chat so much shit you should speak threw a fart

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Chat you up you come to my place for a ration

I got something you've been waiting for

Im liable to spit cold fire

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

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