This is a song about "Rap on fire"

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

Setting people on fire with this inferno

Farenheit four fifty one i'm on fire

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

So i'm dropping fire solely on junction

Destroy anything i desire lyrically i'm on fire,

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

My brother took a quick look, then he noticed it on fire.

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Never ever catchin cold feet because i walk on fire

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Lungs on fire to some beauty of her

J. cole's her ghost writer

Your on fire.. your on fire