This is a song about "My raps are on fire"

My raps are nothin but dope.

Up on phrases i wrote

My lyrics are on fire it burns,

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Raps are pawn shops, on top non-stop like shady,

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Drop the pen, bitch my raps are fucking deleterious

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

My raps are just so damn ill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

And just maybe i will go easy on you little ( g ), cause your raps are ( o ), made my comp blow

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

The walls are constructed by the very fire that keeps me on

Fire on my mind like im green

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean