This is a song about "Shooting fire"

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Your on fire.. your on fire

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

Let me call that hotel

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Gangsters robbin', shooting back, mama's sobbing pedals,

Well we start the fire

Rap hero but wasn't nicer, prior

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

Amen, they say you only live once

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

That's game bitch, ain't shit

Like me, when i'm shooting for the stars/

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

I breathe in the fire

J. cole's her ghost writer