This is a song about "Hot like fire"

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

I'm rapping hot like lava while you rot

Against a new king of the streets on a fire hot streak

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire

Fire up that vm like it's mary jane

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Like the nets, if you're gonna get hot then you gotta start a fire

Spit fire, lava. whatever cause it's hot.

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

Disaster and pain. spit fire like it's rain

Rap hero but wasn't nicer, prior

Because my soul spit like fire