This is a song about "Fire ish"

Im liable to spit cold fire

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

So the day i leave the earth like on some vacant (ish)

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

But i cant give much (ish) away cause im tryin to be discrete

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Blew them outta #water, with a #fin-ish blow

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Left with nothing but eternal fire

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Fire, i deliver

I thought i recognized her

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Apparently i'm autistic-ish, does it show? maybe