This is a song about "Hot like fire"

But that's what he liked her

Ryan spits hot fire

Got a little kick, but it ain't no tire

Because my soul spit like fire

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire/

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

On fire the lyrics were hot, it lifted spirits

Here i go again, falling in love again

Fire up that vm like it's mary jane

I'm droppin' fire, only things they're dropping's hot wood,

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Hot like florida sand bitch

I'm sure to get rich

How simple they are

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,