This is a song about "I spit words like fire"

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

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

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

I spit fire like a fire breathing animal

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

I spit with this lyrical fire,

When i spit i murder emcees and stack words

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Now just because i spit that words they never heard

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

These lyrics i spit arent words, theyr pictures, theyr fucked up images,

I heard them other niggas tryin to spit fire

Africana, black as ghana, be my attire

That i fire like crazy,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free