This is a song about "Fire shit"

Fire, i deliver

But is you trynna be dinner

Well we start the fire

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

That i will leave earth with her

But then it caught on fire

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

Everyone swallow this dick bitch i wrote high qaulity shit fucking rap kit make this fit fire is lit

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

My damn fire been lit, my rap skill be tough shit

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

No, shit! kick the fire out, now i need to dip!

My flow is pure fire

J. cole's her ghost writer

Build a fire inside, i can hear that shit igniting/

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring