This is a song about "My words sparks fire with in my devilish soul"

I just write that right by a mic stand

I slapped the fuck out that butt sparks in my hand

I've got nothin' to worry about

Sparks put in work and they scream my name out

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

My words are filled with havoc, keep 'em in a cabinet,

Tryna cope with emotions that's overflowing my soul

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Or let the mob handle that

Both, my soul and heart up in it

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

U cant feel my pain but hear about it in my words

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

See, i like the person that you are

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

I stunned and amazed her with my #taser fire