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

It's not my fault you chose to play my devilish game

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

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

I took it to jigga he said it wasn't in the budget

I got something you've been waiting for

I stunned and amazed her with my #taser fire

Bitch you should see my wallet

Both, my soul and heart up in it

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

Sometimes i let it soak its reachin' down in my soul

As i paint with my words i take em in vein

I turned into something they never became

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

My words split the verse with curses

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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