This is a song about "Lyrical fire upon you"

I spit with this lyrical fire,

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter

Little gate, little fence - i climbed over

Never have you heard of a lyrical soldier

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Have you ever met a fifteen year-old more lyrical/

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

Yes you have a gun but wont fire,

The only time i flirt with her

Im on fire lyrical supplier, being the best is my only desire

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

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

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

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

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little