This is a song about "Hot fire"

I'll spit hot fire till my flames burn higher

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Fire, i deliver

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

I though i was red hot

Just searching for the perfect shot

Cause i'm always served hot

You see him as a god

Because my soul spit like fire

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

Ay yo you wonder who i are

I breathe in the fire

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.

When i'm on it, on it like my job

My rhymes are that hot i start a fire watch your attire.

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for