This is a song about "Forest fire"

What's with all this fire,

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Ryan spits hot fire

And i ain't frontin for her

Fire, i deliver

Talk to the mirror

All my shit designer

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

Smoke the trees like forest fires, they provide a golden fleece,

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

Just to let you know, you are

My flow is pure fire

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

Im liable to spit cold fire

I spit with this lyrical fire,

I’m the king of rock, there is none higher