This is a song about "Made it through the fire"

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire/

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

Be like the fire marshall and shut it down

I know a little betty from downtown

Check the stats, my team winning

I've made it in the building

Ima aim for your eye socket, fire the bullet, it goes right through

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Learn it by the g code, fire under them street clothes,

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Didnt clue it, i knew it, i was made the schools laughter,