This is a song about "Spit them flames"

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Homage paid, i spit flames at names of the game, dropping names,

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Jordans on my feet close to where them flames spark

I don't take shit i make raps and spit them heinous

Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to vegas

With my /dying breath ill be spitting them words like /flames*

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

It’s something that’s in your veins

Sorry shakie but i run from flames

I think i got a thesaurus for a mind i spit them torturous lines

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I heard them other niggas tryin to spit fire