This is a song about "Fire"

Your on fire.. your on fire

And there's little to be glad for

What's with all this fire,

That's what rains for

I spit fire like a fire breathing animal

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

I breathe in the fire

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

You ain't no killer

Fire, i deliver

Farenheit four fifty one i'm on fire

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

I spit with this lyrical fire,

The whole parking lot is on fire

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her