This is a song about "School on fire"

We about to set your shit on fire

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

The whole parking lot is on fire

That damier bag i bought her

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

A kraken dragon guilded pad on playing madden spittin fire

And let them lames get your old number

Lungs on fire to some beauty of her

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

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

I thought i recognized her

But then it caught on fire

Fuck outta here i writer better shit on my way to school

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

Farenheit four fifty one i'm on fire

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