This is a song about "Sparks"

This is everything that we call hype

And show that bitch what real sparks look like

Cause i start frees that #sparks beef yet stops, cease

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

My rap is magical sparks, so dark witches, behold this

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

But back to sparks, you beat me in battle because you took about 6 days to respond

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Which sparks my ignition to start without your permission

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

My mics a lighter when i spit 'n sparks a fire.

Imma put out those #sparks, shit wont even be visible under the southern lights

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

I tell em sparks got em i aint gotta diss em again