This is a song about "Fire mixtape"

Fire, i deliver

I couldn't get any bigger

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

And the food could have been finer

But then it caught on fire

And there's little to be glad for

Your on fire.. your on fire

My mixtape needs a warning sign attached so you know i'm dangerous,

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Cos kids gonna bump to my mixtape all day

I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way

Murderin' beats? this mixtape album? i guess it's dead,

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head