This is a song about "Fire mic"

And i ain't frontin for her

I breathe in the fire

I spit fire on this mic, like my shit just got laid off

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

J. cole's her ghost writer

Because my soul spit like fire

Going up on the mic

My bitches pure thick

Jesus christ, i'm breathin' life into the mic,

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

My flow spit like dragon fire

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

Ready, steady and setting fire to the mic/

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Remember my guns like a mic,