This is a song about "Spit fire wheels"

You spit fire, smaller than bawty riders

Whole time, a little more girls

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

I spit rapid fire like a roman candle stick

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

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire/

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Im liable to spit cold fire

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Spit fire, lava. whatever cause it's hot.

Spit fire create the corrosion, leave molten

But everybody is a g with the weed in them