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

My raps are comical plus my expressions are diabolical.

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Still you couldn't know my psyche, liar, pants on fire,

And that i spent the night with her

Your on fire.. your on fire

My raps are nothin but dope.

New canvas she need a new stroke

We came.. way too far pretty baby

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

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

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

Shit, my raps cut so deep my lyrics are straight razors,

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

My rhymes are that hot i start a fire watch your attire.