This is a song about "My ryhmes still on fire"

I spit fire on this mic, like my shit just got laid off

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

J. cole's her ghost writer

Because my soul spit like fire

Lit your houses on fire and deployed my parachute

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Fire on my mind like im green

Still fucking suck on my left nut

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

My flow spit like dragon fire

My brother took a quick look, then he noticed it on fire.

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Third shifter's arrive the sesh is on fire

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for