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

I’m the king of rock, there is none higher

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire

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

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

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Disaster and pain. spit fire like it's rain

I spit fire lyrically while dissing little bitches like you fiercely,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire/

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

From brooklyn to bermondsey, i spit words with speed

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

I heard them other niggas tryin to spit fire

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

I spit rapid fire like a roman candle stick