This is a song about "I spit fire when i rap"

When i spit on the beat,

Last of a dying breed

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire

Cause she sees n believes im so damn slick/make the girl quake from my milk shake

Meditate. i don't hesitate when i spit straight fire i leave you to dissipate

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire/

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

When i spit, i make a difference

I never fit in with them light skins

And sense when because i rap,

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire/

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her