This is a song about "Fire lord"

You say prasie the lord

Competition on the court

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

Praise to the heavenly lord.

Fresh out the airport

Be as your way

Oh lord like it's sunday

And i ain't frontin for her

What's with all this fire,

I breathe in the fire

That damier bag i bought her

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

I'm the only god only lord,

She should have invited her

Well we start the fire