This is a song about "Fire elements"

I breathe in the fire

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

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

I pipe in and one night her

The whole parking lot is on fire

And the food could have been finer

I’m the king of rock, there is none higher

Yes you have a gun but wont fire,

Ryan spits hot fire

Well, that's what you are

And i just want to hold her

My flow is pure fire

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Your on fire.. your on fire

"'i'm readily relishing at developing eloquent elements that i hold in esteem

But look at me now, cover of billboard magazine, bitches scream wow, this nigga must have cream,