This is a song about "School fire"

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

See i learned it in school

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

What's with all this fire,

I spit with this lyrical fire,

And there's little to be glad for

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

The whole parking lot is on fire

Sucker mc’s should call me sire

My flow is pure fire

My flow spit like dragon fire

J. cole's her ghost writer

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Because my soul spit like fire

Got home from school on fire, with florida sun on my back i dont tire

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire