This is a song about "I spit out fire"

Y'all niggas ain't ready for the fire i spit

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

My brothers out producing beats i gotta spit

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire/

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Spit fire i don't tire, i am crass, do yourself a favor get your ass black and blue

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

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

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

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

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

But for long time i had gone cold