This is a song about "Lyrical fire"

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire/

Showing my lyrical skill and lyrical power,

Seen it over a dollar, got him under a flower

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

To a lyrical fire! seems blunt brains just love pain?

My records sell, yes sir

Your on fire.. your on fire

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