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

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

When i get on a battle i breath fire like a dragon

I spit fire on this mic, like my shit just got laid off

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

So now i say goodbye to the old me, it's already gone

Like rich homie quan,yall pawns, im satans spawn,spit fire when i yawn,

My mics a lighter when i spit 'n sparks a fire.

And if you’re proud of it let me see your lighter

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Evertime i try to speak, they immediatey go into berzerk mode,

Spit fire? all i see is a bunch of smoke, and an emcee who's prone to choke.

With this rap as my rack of the bars that i spit

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that