This is a song about "Lyrical fire upon you"

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire

I am only a fighter, in the form of a writer

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

Yeah, i was gonna go easy on you and make it lyrical

We left em a world that's cursed

When you touch fire you get burned

Force upon you images of a dismantled body,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Lyrical ali, leave you wonderin',

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Yes you have a gun but wont fire,

You coulda sworn, that they were born, upon the depths of hell,

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

That i will leave earth with her

I spit with this lyrical fire,