This is a song about "Lady of fire"

I'm so tired of this i could blow, fire in the hole

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Against a new king of the streets on a fire hot streak

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Oh you're cray baby stands for crazy lady

Burn rubber, trail of fire prior to gas and a lighter,

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

Spitting drips of fire like the safe haven of satanist

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right

In his silver cart of fire i shall one day ride

The fire was that obscene, my highness was out of luck.

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

I just want somebody i can see

Regret the days i mistreated that lady