This is a song about "Fire"

My flow is pure fire

Name, and your entire

I spit with this lyrical fire,

That damier bag i bought her

Your on fire.. your on fire

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

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Set the game ablaze, i’m an arcade fire

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

Huh, i can't interpret her

Well we start the fire

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Im liable to spit cold fire

Cause i'm laying a rap from fire

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for