This is a song about "I know i m fire"

I spit with this lyrical fire,

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

And i wonderwhere will i be next year

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you

I don’t care where ya are

Fire, i deliver