This is a song about "Sparks"

It sends her on a trip so right

And show that bitch what real sparks look like

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

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Superdome's the #battlefield, call this shit jordin sparks,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Slit sparks with a razor, hooked up to a taser, so as im slicing her i can tase her

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

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

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

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