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

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

But then it caught on fire

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

Im on fire lyrical supplier, being the best is my only desire

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

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

She should have invited her

My flow spit like dragon fire

Fire on my mind like im green

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Third shifter's arrive the sesh is on fire

Got home from school on fire, with florida sun on my back i dont tire

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Im not angry, though a little aggravated but im still holdin on to the fire within,

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position