This is a song about "Me being on fire"

Don't mess with me, i'm a wild fire/

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Don't get it twisted, your being listed, on my hitlist, by me.

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

Get off a key like i can’t sing

For going on being

The whole parking lot is on fire

Listen to every word that i slur

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Your on fire.. your on fire

Straight g thing, double m g thing

For going on being

Farenheit four fifty one i'm on fire

And if you’re proud of it let me see your lighter

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

Im on fire cause im fantastic