This is a song about "Playing with fire"

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

I spit with this lyrical fire,

Taking hostages and playing some negotiation with the police

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Rapping rapid fire with unlimited ammunition

You're still playing with the three estates you started with

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

What's with all this fire,

You know...you know who you are

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Antihero fightin fire with fire let me light this joint

Ape agility with fire breathing versatility,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Left with nothing but eternal fire