This is a song about "Spit that fire"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I rhyme and spit out words like lyrical fire/

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

You spit fire, smaller than bawty riders

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

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

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Spit fire create the corrosion, leave molten

I spit so much fire your ash's are incinerated

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Spit it hot as fire and an arsonist

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest