This is a song about "Fire"

My flow is pure fire

School cyphersi was too nicer

Well we start the fire

Through the barbed wire

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Because my soul spit like fire

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Set the game ablaze, i’m an arcade fire

J. cole's her ghost writer

Blow your brains out, set you on fire

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Cause i'm laying a rap from fire

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter

The whole parking lot is on fire

But that's what he liked her

Fire, i deliver