This is a song about "Sorting fire"

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Set the game ablaze, i’m an arcade fire

Sinful desire burned within like a fire

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

My flow spit like dragon fire

J. cole's her ghost writer

Cause i'm laying a rap from fire

And then along came the wrong man for her

But then it caught on fire

Of impactful things one can ask for

Farenheit four fifty one i'm on fire

Regardless to all them, i appease her

"contemplate", i wrote about her

The whole parking lot is on fire

Ryan spits hot fire

Omo niaja get em' higher