This is a song about "Fire verses"

The wrath of my verses.

Pocket racked up all big faces

Creatively writing verses, basically spitting sermons,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Have you got talent? ambition? skill beyond verses?

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

A lovely outer surface

And spit the wise verses,

And i ain't frontin for her

Well we start the fire

I'm not even fucking joking i don't play around in verses

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Rap hero but wasn't nicer, prior

Your on fire.. your on fire