This is a song about "Fire extinguisher"

And the food could have been finer

My flow is pure fire

Farenheit four fifty one i'm on fire

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Made the road clearer

Fire, i deliver

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Im liable to spit cold fire

But here i go let me fire

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

J. cole's her ghost writer

But then it caught on fire

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

I said i'm hurting her

Because my soul spit like fire

Jt: didn't get a gift for her