This is a song about "Fire"

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

I spit with this lyrical fire,

What's with all this fire,

Going broke, no sir

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Because my soul spit like fire

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

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

We about to set your shit on fire

That damier bag i bought her

The whole parking lot is on fire

Your on fire.. your on fire

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Left with nothing but eternal fire

And that i spent the night with her