This is a song about "Memphis may fire"

And i ain't frontin for her

I spit with this lyrical fire,

I've fucked up bad i think i may

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Tell me how can we live this way

I ain't talkative neither

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

I breathe in the fire

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Because my soul spit like fire

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Im liable to spit cold fire

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Well we start the fire

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her