This is a song about "Fire verses"

Anonymous to confidence when writing verses,

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Murder verses bursts of furnace heat

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Creatively writing verses, basically spitting sermons,

Verses sweep my mental urges bleak

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Cause all i heard is shit in your verses.

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Took the van, went snatch her

Ryan spits hot fire

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

Spitting verses like im spitting curses

Never meant to curse whores, with fierce verses

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love