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

I'm in the realest and ill -est putting my hearth and my soul

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer

My mics a lighter when i spit 'n sparks a fire.

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Please have faith in my words/

Uh, i'm a flame fucking dropper, fire in my words

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Just take them clothes off oh look you got your hair did

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

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Lighter, and i could fuck around and let you meet my sparks

Wars inside my soul, waged deep in

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Fightin for my soul, look in the mirror see my adversary