This is a song about "Sorting fire"

Im liable to spit cold fire

J. cole's her ghost writer

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

We about to set your shit on fire

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Because my soul spit like fire

Farenheit four fifty one i'm on fire

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

And i just want to hold her

I never use a fork i always spoon her

I just started rapping but i'm on fire

I think it excited her

Your on fire.. your on fire

I spit with this lyrical fire,

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her