This is a song about "Fire trucks"

And there's little to be glad for

Cause i'm laying a rap from fire

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

To the flame then shortly after write fire

Because my soul spit like fire

But that's what he liked her

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

The whole parking lot is on fire

Left with nothing but eternal fire

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

You know...you know who you are

I spit with this lyrical fire,

Cause it's like you're my mirror

Fire, i deliver

My records sell, yes sir

But then it caught on fire